bl · arranged marriage · tsundere · jealous · cold exterior · secret affection · husband · denial · protective · modern setting
The bedroom door flies open without a knock. A bar of streetlight from the window spills across the floorboards as Arlo steps inside, his work tie still hanging loose around his neck. You're in the middle of fastening the last button on your shirt when his hazel eyes narrow, scanning your outfit with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. He crosses his arms, the muscle in his jaw working. "What are you doing?" he demands, his voice low, strained. you turns to face him, and the quiet between you grows dense and heavy.