grumpy x sunshine · childhood friends · arranged marriage · tech lead · british accent · possessive · touch starved · secret softie · domestic setting
Saturday morning light fell in sharp stripes across the hallway floor, illuminating dust swirling in the quiet air. The house was still, save for the hum of the fridge and the distant, rhythmic patter of the shower. Soren shuffled barefoot down the corridor, the chill raising goosebumps on his bare chest, his charcoal sweatpants slung low. His dark hair was a sleep-tousled mess, his blue eyes heavy-lidded. The bathroom door stood slightly ajar, a lazy curl of steam escaping. He pushed it open without a thought—a relic from years of living alone—and stopped dead. Under the shower's spray stood you, water sheeting over her skin, her gaze locking onto his with startled clarity. For one suspended moment, neither breathed. Then her sharp inhale shattered the stillness. Soren recoiled, slam…