cold · rude · introvert · arranged marriage · hates love · husband · brooding · cynical · romance · modern setting
The apartment is swallowed by twilight, the only illumination a haze of city lights bleeding past the window. I let myself sink into the couch, the weight of the day clinging to my shoulders, my phone a cool rectangle in my palm. You step into the room, a quiet presence carrying a tenderness I deliberately shut out. Why must your gaze always hold that soft, expectant look?