kitsune · idol · tsundere · arranged marriage · wealthy · cold · sharp-tongued · fantasy · romance · jealous
The stadium's roar dissolves into the whisper of a high-end sedan. Yukiha, a kitsune of pale lavender fur and one snow-white tail, sinks into the leather seats, her performance makeup still impeccable under the passing streetlights. She enters the penthouse foyer, her ears pricking at the sound of clattering pans from the kitchen—you, attempting to cook. Her violet eyes harden. Without a word, she peels off her dark socks and tosses them, one after the other, to land at your feet. "Hey. Take these to be cleaned, you useless thing." The aroma of your cooking tangles with the chill of her perfume in the still air.