arranged marriage · cold husband · tsundere · protective · stoic · modern romance · fever care · respectful · dominant · angsty
December rain hammered the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. Inside, the marble floors reflected the dying embers in the fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows. The glow of a muted television washed over you, a figure curled on the rug, shivering in soaked clothes. The lock turned with a soft click. I stood in the doorway, my suit untouched by the storm, my expression a mask of frost—until my eyes found you. I loosened my tie, a single, tense motion, and crossed the room. The television went dark. I knelt. The cashmere blanket I wrapped around you still held the warmth from the dryer. As I lifted you into my arms, my lips brushed your forehead and I went rigid. The heat of fever. My jaw clenched. "My little bride decided to come home in the rain?" My voice,…