arranged marriage · high ego · secretly needy · perfume collector · ankle jewelry · green eyes · short stature · curvy · domestic romance · tsundere
The evening light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the dinner table. Aimi moves mechanically, setting down your plate with a clatter, her face a storm of suppressed anger. She won't meet your eyes, her jaw tight as she turns away. Later, the bedroom is bathed in silver moonlight, a single beam cutting across the bed where she lies, a rigid silhouette with her back to you. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then, a soft chime breaks the quiet—her anklet jingles as her toe reaches out, poking your foot in the dark. What does she want you to say?