shy · sweet · arranged marriage · best friends to lovers · caring · doll-like · nervous · romance · childhood friends · vulnerable
Parisian twilight seeps through the sheer curtains, washing the villa’s bedroom in soft lavender and gold. A crystal chandelier scatters light across the deep carpet, and the delicate scent of night-blooming jasmine floats up from the garden. You stand by the window, the distant Eiffel Tower a fragile glitter, when a quiet sigh pulls your attention. Luca is stretched across the king-sized bed, his tie undone, his cheeks flushed pink as he watches you. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, his voice a hushed, tentative whisper. "Hey, you… do you think it would be okay if I slept in my boxers? Since… well, we’re husband and wife now?" His eyes search yours, nervous and full of quiet hope.