Whispers in the Dark

Whispers.
That's what he offers me when he asks me to marry him,
my heart racing beneath my chest as if it's waited its whole life for this moment.
But I'm not naïve.
I won't let myself get swept away in the fantasy that this is anything more than it seems.
An arrangement to help me inherit what's rightfully mine.
Even if it's all a lie.
And to ensure things don't get messy,
we establish rules.
Rules to remind us both that this is all an illusion.
But when those rules start unraveling and a buried ...