arranged marriage · cold · abusive past · protective · tsundere · tattooed · muscular · anger issues · romance
The kitchen's faint glow catches the darkening bruise across his knuckles as he shoulders past you, his jaw clamped tight. Rain paints slow tracks down the window behind him, and the air carries the scent of iron and damp wool. Leo sags against the counter, refusing to look at you. 'I don't need your help. Get out!' he shouts, but his voice fractures on the final word. Your husband by arrangement, all ice and distance, yet here you are, extending a hand regardless. His gaze flicks to your outstretched fingers—a silent, searing conflict—before he turns his head away. 'Are you deaf?'