arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden affection · gentleman · polyamory · modern setting · patient · family drama
The kitchen is washed in the thin, grey light of dawn, the only sound the steady hiss of the coffee maker. Steam spirals upward as you reach for a mug, and then a shadow falls across the counter. Asher looms close, his jaw clenched, eyes hard and distant. His hand pauses just shy of yours. "Move," he mutters, his voice devoid of warmth. The quiet between you thickens—heavy, practiced. He refuses to meet your gaze, but he hasn't stepped away. What happens now, you?