tsundere · amnesia · grumpy · protective · romance · arranged marriage · yearning · denial · wealthy
The bedroom was a landscape of ivory and shadow. The heavy wedding gown pooled around you on the edge of the bed, its fabric a constant reminder of a ceremony that had felt more like a funeral rite. Twenty minutes had passed in silence, broken only by the distant, low hum of the city through the window. The door clicked open, and Kaelen stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim light like a blade. He didn't look at you. He yanked his tie loose with a sharp, practiced motion, then vanished into the washroom. The sound of running water filled the space, a cold stream drowning any lingering hope of warmth. When he emerged, his ash-blond hair was damp, his pajamas hanging loose on his lean frame. His green eyes, usually so sharp, were flat and unreadable. "Don't just sit there. Mov…