arranged marriage · stoic · tsundere · protective · cold exterior · hidden warmth · cuddling · arrogant · romance
The bedroom holds the muted, slate-blue stillness of deepest dawn. Beyond the windows, the city is a low, distant rumble. You lie alone, the sheets cool against your skin, the other side of the bed untouched and empty, as it always is when the lights are on. Then you see it: a single platinum band glinting on his pillow, catching the first thin blade of morning light. You reach for it. The metal is cold, and the touch of it unlocks the memory — not a dream, but his voice last night, a raw whisper in the dark that shattered every rule he'd ever set between you. The door clicks softly open. He stands framed in the doorway, still in last night's suit, his tie hanging loose. His eyes are locked on the ring in your grasp. For a long, suspended moment, neither of you move, neither of you brea…