Yeager turned back after stepping out for a moment, his eyes immediately locking on Celestine as she was picking out clothes. His gaze fixed on the dress she was holding—a sexy, revealing one.
"You're wearing that… where are you going? To a bar?" Yeager asked coldly, but his voice carried a firm, undeniable tone.
Celestine stared back at him, startled and feeling a bit self-conscious. "What's the problem?" she quickly replied, trying to hide her discomfort.
"No," he said firmly, his expression unreadable. "You're not going to a bar dressed like that."
Celestine scoffed in annoyance. "What's it to you? I can wear whatever I want!" she responded, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in her voice. There was something in Yeager's tone, a deeper unspoken warning.
Yeager stepped closer, standing in the doorway of the room, his eyes cold yet intense as he watched her. "You're my wife now. And I'm not going to let anyone look at you like that," he said, his voice firm but calm.
Celestine fell silent for a moment. She didn't know how to respond, her mind racing. She stared at Yeager, trying to process what she had just heard.
Finally, she sighed. "So, what are you going to do? Keep me locked up in this house forever?" she said with a hint of sarcasm, though deep down, there was an underlying worry in her voice. There was more to this than just house rules.
Yeager remained quiet, staring at her. He didn't answer.
That afternoon, Celestine sat comfortably in the living room, watching her favorite TV show. The episode was titled "Still Not Accepting After Marriage?" which often discussed strange issues surrounding married life. As the show reached its climax, suddenly, her phone buzzed. A flood of messages came through all at once.
Celestine glanced at her phone screen, opening several of the incoming messages, all asking about her sudden marriage. Some of her friends congratulated her, some were shocked, and quite a few commented on how fast everything seemed, questioning the nature of her relationship.
While she was busy reading the messages, she looked over at the maid who was cleaning the living room. The maid was smiling to herself, probably amused by Celestine's distracted state. However, her expression seemed friendly, as though she was quietly curious about the newlywed's life.
Celestine realized that the atmosphere in the house had felt different since her marriage to Yeager. No matter how much people asked about her life, she felt like it was all outside of her control. It all felt like a performance or, more accurately, a script that she had never written for herself.
"The maid must think things are weird between us," Celestine muttered under her breath, more to herself.
Soon, the maid approached her and said in a light tone, "Miss Celestine, would you like something for lunch? Perhaps I could prepare something special?"
Celestine smiled faintly, feeling a little awkward. "Thanks, but I'm not really hungry right now," she replied.
The maid nodded and continued with her chores. Celestine returned to her phone, trying to calm her mind.
That night, Yeager had not yet returned. Celestine, feeling a bit bored and lonely, decided to relax at home. She wore a sexy yet comfortable pajama—black silk that gently draped over her body. After standing in front of the mirror and checking herself out, she took a deep breath, trying to forget the tension between her and Yeager for a moment.
Feeling a little mischievous, Celestine opened her social media app. She snapped a photo of herself in the pajama and quickly posted it to her profile, hoping to get a few comments or some attention.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed—a notification from one of her friends, Rana, who had just returned from studying abroad. "Damn, this is really sexy," Rana wrote, with clapping emojis.
Celestine shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed but still enjoying the attention. Although it was trivial, moments like these could provide a bit of entertainment amidst all the chaos in her life.
At the same time, she saw another notification. A message from Yeager. It seemed Yeager was already home. "I'm home. Why aren't you sleeping early?" he wrote, his tone as cold as usual.
Celestine sighed, locking her phone and getting up to head to her bedroom, trying to calm herself before Yeager arrived. She felt there were still so many things she didn't understand about their relationship, and tonight, it seemed like she would have to face the reality of it again.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Yeager entered. Celestine, still sitting on the edge of the bed in her black silk pajama, glanced up at him. Yeager looked exhausted, his steps unsteady, and his face showed the weariness from a long day filled with business. He tossed his jacket onto a chair and immediately flopped onto the bed, ignoring everything around him, including Celestine.
Celestine watched him for a moment. Despite the awkwardness, she couldn't help but feel concerned seeing Yeager look so drained. Carefully, she stood up and walked toward the bed, stopping at the side of it. She noticed his tired eyes half-closed, like he hadn't had a chance to truly rest.
"Yeager, is your body sore?" she asked softly, her voice a little hesitant. She wasn't sure how to start, but her concern and the desire to help him won out.
Yeager opened his eyes briefly, then nodded faintly. "Yeah," he responded hoarsely, looking utterly exhausted. "A lot of things to take care of... this body can't rest like it used to."
Celestine paused for a moment, then cautiously sat on the edge of the bed beside him. "I can help you with a back massage if you want," she offered quietly, still unsure. She felt awkward offering such a thing, but seeing Yeager in this state made her want to help in any way she could.
Yeager, who had been lying on the bed with his eyes half-closed, finally opened his eyes fully and looked at her. For a moment, he seemed surprised, but his expression softened.
"Alright," he said briefly, then shifted slightly to make his back easier to reach. "Go ahead."
Celestine nodded and gently placed her hands on his back, starting to massage him slowly. She could feel Yeager's strong, muscular frame, but there was a tension in his body that spoke of the weight of everything he had been carrying. Although the atmosphere between them had always been tense, that night felt a little more peaceful, as if, for the first time, they could share a small, quiet moment without any pressure.
Yeager stood up slowly, his body still feeling a bit stiff. But as he faced Celestine, their eyes locked, and something was different—something deeper than before. For a moment, silence filled the room, only the sound of their irregular heartbeats could be heard, beating out of sync.
"Thank you," Yeager said softly, but with meaning. The words felt more than just a simple thank you for the massage he'd received. It was as if there was a quiet confession hidden within his words, something more personal.
Celestine nodded quietly, feeling slightly awkward, but also calmer with the shift in the atmosphere. She didn't quite understand what was happening, but there was an undeniable feeling growing between them—complicated, yet powerful.
Without many words, Yeager took a step forward, and for the first time in their complicated relationship, they stood very close. Celestine could feel every beat of her heart syncing with Yeager's. Then, in that instant, Yeager leaned in, and their lips met. The kiss was slow, but it was also full of tension—something more than just a physical gesture.
Celestine froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The kiss felt like a dance, slow and deliberate, as if they were both trying to understand one another without words. They were lost in the moment, and for a brief second, it seemed like nothing else mattered.
When the kiss finally ended, they stood there, staring at each other. There was an uncomfortable silence, yet it was thick with something else. Celestine felt confused, yet oddly at peace with the silence between them.
"What are we doing?" Celestine asked softly, still catching her breath. The tension between them was now palpable, and there were so many unspoken questions in the air.
Yeager took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on Celestine. "I don't know either... but I want this," he said honestly, though there was a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.
Celestine stayed quiet for a moment, feeling the warmth of his kiss still lingering on her lips. It was strange, but in that confusion, there was also a sense of calm.
"This is... weird," she said finally.
"Yeah," Yeager responded quietly, "but maybe we need time to understand it all."
Yeager stepped closer, his breath slightly heavy. Celestine instinctively took a step back, eyes wide, one hand resting on his chest to hold him off. But Yeager didn't stop. His hand moved to her waist—gentle, yet firm—pulling her body against his.
"Yeager…" Celestine whispered, but didn't finish her sentence.
He leaned in and kissed her, this time not as softly as before. The kiss was deeper, filled with all the tension and emotions they had kept hidden. Celestine froze for a moment, startled, but her body didn't resist. Her eyes slowly closed, and she kissed him back.
Yeager's hands traced along her back, bringing her even closer. Celestine wrapped her arms around his neck as their kiss grew more passionate.
Their steps moved back slowly until Celestine fell gently onto the bed, her hair spilling onto the pillow in soft waves. Her face flushed, eyes half-lidded—surprised, yet drawn in.
Yeager hovered over her, his eyes warm but intense, filled with longing.
"If you're not okay with this, I'll stop," he said softly, his breath brushing her skin.
Celestine bit her lower lip and looked away—she didn't answer directly, but she didn't push him away either. The air between them buzzed with tension, vulnerability, and something unspoken.
Yeager leaned down again, this time pressing a kiss to her temple—softer, more tender. "I just want you to know... I'm not playing around," he whispered near her ear.
Celestine let out a shaky breath, her heart pounding.
Yeager slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving Celestine's face. She watched him in silence, her breath unsteady, her heart racing. As he slipped his shirt off completely, Celestine reached for the thin strap of her nightwear, letting it fall off her shoulder. Their eyes met — not just with desire, but something deeper. Something real.
This time, the kiss came without hesitation. Deeper, more emotional. Celestine pulled him close, her hands tangled in his hair, surrendering to the moment. There was no more resistance, no more walls. Just warmth, closeness, and the quiet promise that they were no longer strangers sharing a house, but two souls finding each other.
The night was filled with laughter between soft silences, quiet whispers only they would remember. It wasn't just passion—it was comfort, longing, and something that felt a lot like love.
By morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains. Celestine lay still, nestled against Yeager's chest, peaceful and calm. He was already awake, watching her with a gentle gaze. He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly.
"I'm not going anywhere, Cel," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open. "You're still here," she mumbled sleepily.
"And I'll stay," he said, pulling her in tighter.