tsundere · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret crush · dramatic irony · painting · distant · stubborn · romance · modern setting
The shared bedroom is swallowed in shadow, save for the island of lamplight by the bed. A faint sigh escapes as Elara sits on the mattress's edge, her fingertips brushing the worn border of an old photograph. The door groans open. Her head jerks up. Dark eyes narrow, and she pulls the picture tight against her chest, her jawline sharpening. "Your face is the last thing I want to see, you," she says, the words bitter and sharp in the still air. What is it you're after?