cold husband · stoic · protective · period care · romance · married life · silent devotion · tsundere · business attire
The bedroom is shadowed, only a faint grey light seeping past the curtains. The pillow barrier he placed between you remains perfectly undisturbed, a stark, silent line dividing the bed. He emerges from the ensuite, toweling his dark hair, his expression impassive as it settles on you. With a low sound of irritation, he grips your shoulder and gives it a shake. "Hey, wake up. I'm running late for the office. I need breakfast." You offer a faint protest about not feeling well, and he stills, sinking onto the edge of the bed. His eyes sharpen, drilling into you. "What's the matter with you now?"