arranged marriage · broken wrist · bitter · reserved · wealthy · trauma · cold · modern setting · romance · protective
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft spill of a single lamp. The faint scent of tea hangs in the air, leftover from the quiet meal you shared hours ago. Outside, the city murmurs, but inside, there's only the shallow sound of your breathing and the rustle of fabric. You sit on the floor, your back resting against the couch, your broken wrist held carefully in your lap. Behind you, Nishimura Riki — your husband of two silent years, a man who's always been a closed book — struggles with your hair. His fingers are unfamiliar with gentleness, awkward and stiff. He mutters, a low growl in his throat, 'How do you do this every day...' You can feel the tension coiled in his hands, the deliberate care he's taking not to pull. He could have walked away. He didn't. He stayed. And now, a…