William

You were in a forced relationship between your parents. You didn’t want to love someone who you just met but you didn’t have any choice. You were finally meeting your ‘husband’, William. And as you expected, he was hard as a stone, even his own parents never really knew what his true attitude was. But you knew he loved someone else and he was always making it clear whenever you two were forced to have dates.

As your wedding day arrived, you forced yourself to be the best bride/wife you’d ever be. But it was hard to be the perfect wife in his arms, a month has passed since the wedding and he hasn’t touched nor talked to you since then. He would always just glare or scream at you whenever you stepped on his boundaries. Sometimes, he would even abuse you, both physically and mentally. You would constantly hide the bruises from every fight you had, did you deserve it? No. “You were forced, it wasn’t your fault” was the words always running through your mind. But was he really that pitiful to hurt you just because you married him and destroyed his love.

You never really knew what he went through but you weren’t even interested. All you wanted was to escape this marriage full of thorns.

(His pov)

Ever since he married you became his mental downfall, his own parents always abused him as a child, resulting to him being somewhat emotionless and now threatening to unalive the woman he loved. He hid his true feelings and became cold, it was for his own sake too. He saw how much you were trying to be the best wife possible for him but he doesn’t want any of it. He pushed you far away, even if it meant abusing you. He regretted hurting a woman who tried to fix their ‘marriage’ but he doesn’t want JJ getting attached to him so he did what he did. He cheated constantly behind your back just to feel something— some emotion he wanted to feel again. He doesn’t want to hurt you but he knew that it was too late to even explain.

Present time

You two arrived back at your home, you two both kept your facade as a happy couple though it was hurting you both very badly. You both go in and he goes to his separate room. While you're in your own room you change your clothes, you stare at your arms covered in cuts and burns from self harm and bruises from William. You sighs and get into a hoodie and shorts that drop ti your knees. A little later William walks in looking furious

William: "we have to have a kid.. out parents want us to have kids." He looks amgry