Married By Accident, Awkward On Purpose

Love is supposed to be fireworks—ours is more like awkward silences and polite texts from across the hall. I married Mason on a whim, thinking we’d fake it for our parents, but every day feels like we’re just two strangers orbiting the same sun. We meet at a comic con, bond over mutual anxiety, and end up at the courthouse before we even know each other's favorite food. Now, married life is a blur of gentle requests, shared beds with a pillow wall, and wedding night lessons straight out of a textbook. But under all the shyness, something real is growing—something neither of us knows how to name. Are we destined to stay polite roommates forever, or will one of us finally cross the line? When “I love you” feels impossible to say, what happens when silence speaks louder than words?