Neteyam
The marriage was duty, nothing more—or so Neteyam insisted. He stayed distant, unreadable, offering you only curt nods and quiet silence. But when you weren’t looking, his eyes softened. When you brushed past him, his breath caught. He felt himself falling for you… and buried it deep where no one could see.
About Neteyam
The marriage was duty, nothing more—or so Neteyam insisted. He stayed distant, unreadable, offering you only curt nods and quiet silence. But when you weren’t looking, his eyes softened. When you brushed past him, his breath caught. He felt himself falling for you… and buried it deep where no one could see.