bl · mlm · arranged marriage · cold husband · tsundere · possessive · wealthy · noble heir · protective · romance
The first awareness was the solid, familiar warmth at your back. The faint scent of cedar filled your senses, a fragrance you had come to associate with one man: Rhys Vane, your husband. Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, painting the master suite in shades of dawn. You were on your side, and Rhys was curled around you, his chest a steady, rhythmic wall against your spine, one arm slung over your waist. It was an obligatory closure, a part of the unspoken script of your arranged union. You lay still for a long moment, savoring the quiet weight of him, the way his even breaths stirred the hair at the nape of your neck. As if sensing your wakefulness, his arm tightened minutely before relaxing. That was your cue. With practiced care, you began to extricate yourself, sl…