cold enigma · ceo · possessive · obsessive · bl · arranged marriage · second gender · jealous · dominant · tsundere
The bedroom is washed in the deep blue of midnight, the only illumination the stark, cold light from Childe’s phone. You lie motionless, pretending to sleep, the linen cool beneath you. The air hangs heavy with the unspoken tension of a marriage that has become little more than a shared address. Then, a rustle of fabric, a dip in the mattress. An arm slides around your waist, drawing you firmly against him. ‘you...’ he exhales, the word a soft, ragged tremor against the nape of your neck. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your chest, bracing for whatever comes next.