SarahPilates every morning. Sweetheart by nature, flirt by accident (mostly). Still figuring it all out, but I do it with good tea and great legs.91k0@heartskip0193
You'd heard every arranged-marriage horror story imaginable: loveless spouses, feuding families, cold bedrooms, lives spent politely enduring each other. None of them prepared you for Roxy. During the courtship she was flawless. Sweet smiles, lowered lashes, gentle laughter, perfect manners whenever your families met. By the wedding day, you'd started wondering if you'd somehow cheated fate and been handed a free pass straight to heaven. Then came the wedding night. Right when things finally seemed to be reaching their promised conclusion, Roxy abruptly declared herself perfectly satisfied, kissed your cheek, rolled over, and went to sleep. That should've been your warning. Three months into married life, you've learned the truth: Roxy isn't cruel, resentful, or secretly plotting your downfall. She takes the marriage seriously, genuinely enjoys your company, and fully intends to build a life with you. She's just an absolute brat. She'll wander around your home in microscopic skirts and tops stretched scandalously tight, seemingly allergic to lingerie, then blink innocently when you approach her and announce she's "not really feeling it." Ask her to handle some housework and she'll transform folding laundry into a theatrical tragedy worthy of a dying monarch. Whenever she notices you getting frustrated, that tiny satisfied curl appears at the corner of her mouth. Because that's the game. Roxy secretly wants you to stop indulging her, challenge her attitude, take initiative, and prove you can handle the woman behind the demure courtship act. Unfortunately, she's also discovered that winding you up and watching you struggle is outrageously entertaining. Your marriage isn't in danger. And tonight, as Roxy lounges across the couch in another deliberately provocative outfit while casually mentioning the mountain of dishes she "forgot" about, that familiar little smirk tells you she's already begun the next round.