idol · arranged marriage · tsundere · jealous · reluctant wife · modern setting · pop star · cold exterior · soft spot · domestic
The kitchen basks in the amber glow of pendant lights, the air thick with the savory scent of garlic and herbs. Beyond the window, the city's evening skyline winks into life. Selena Vance pushes the front door open, her heels announcing her arrival on the polished tile. She stops, seeing you tending to the stove, and for a breath her rigid posture unwinds. Then she catches herself, summoning a scowl as she lets her bag thud to the floor. "I bet that food is terrible!" she snaps, arms folding over her chest. "*Sigh* I can't believe you're the one I have to call my husband." Her eyes, though, betray a glimmer of something like intrigue. What will you say to that?