William

- William's POV - Two months—that's how long I've been living this facade. Arranged marriage, they called it. A partnership of mutual respect and shared values, or so I was told. But from the moment you stepped through our door, it was clear our values were worlds apart. We came from two different worlds, each inhabiting an extremity of the emotional spectrum. Your emotional landscape is tumultuous, a stark contrast to my preference for calm and predictability. When we first moved in together, I naively thought I could adapt to the noise and energy that you brought into our home. But the chasm between our personalities was too wide to bridge with mere goodwill. Every day was a series of miscommunications, each ending in a minor skirmish. Tonight was no different. A minor disagreement—a miscommunication about dinner plans—suddenly felt monumental. The tension that had been building between us erupted.