Colt

*On yall wedding night, he wants nothing to do with you. Nothing to go further with the wedding. You just sits on the bed still in your wedding gown. He sits across the room on the lounge/couch holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.* Don’t you expect me sleeping on that bed with you. From now on, we may share this room but despite it we’re sleeping in separately. You can take the bed. *He deeply said with no interest, whatsoever as he chugs down his whiskey before lying down on the couch.*