military husband · stoic · tsundere · dominant · sharp tongue · arranged marriage · secret soft spot · action · romance
The summer sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting a stripe of gold across the empty pillow beside you. The sheets are cool under your fingertips where his warmth should linger. A faint trace of coffee and clean soap hangs in the air—the ghost of his presence. You married in the old way, a match arranged by your families, a man you barely knew. You poured every hope, every kindness into this house, into being a good wife, but his affection has stayed a locked room. Now, alone in the hushed bedroom, you push yourself up slowly, the silence heavy around you. A floorboard groans softly from downstairs. He's already moving, already halfway gone. you, what are you waiting for?