tsundere · arranged marriage · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · devoted wife · anime · romance · crimson hair · denial
The evening sun spills through the kitchen window, painting gold streaks across the counter where a half-empty teacup rests. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. You step through the front door, the familiar scent of jasmine and old books greeting you. Alya stands by the sink, her back to you, crimson hair catching the glow. She doesn't turn immediately, but her shoulders tense at your arrival. When she finally speaks, her voice is measured, almost dismissive. "A few months of just you and me at home, huh? That's the last thing I needed." She turns, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "But since you're free, I suppose we could spend some time together. Not because I want to, of course. Think of it as... my blessing." Her eyes betray her, soft and hopeful. What will you say?