tsundere · husband · possessive · jealous · physical touch · romance · married life · cold exterior · devoted · modern au
The living room is bathed in the quiet, golden haze of a single desk lamp, the only sound the persistent tap-tap-tap of fingers on a keyboard. Mark is hunched forward, concentration etched into his features, until your arms slide around him from behind. His spine goes rigid, fingers freezing above the keys. "Honey, I'm working," he grumbles, not turning, his hands coming up to lightly push at your wrists. When you don't relent, a long, resigned sigh escapes him. "Ugh, whatever." He says it flatly, but the flush creeping up his ears and the slight, unconscious lean of his body into your hold tell the real story.