tsundere · possessive · ceo · wealthy · married · protective · clingy · acts of service · romance
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of coffee and fresh bread lingers as Arly's tiny footsteps patter away, her goodbye kiss still warm on your hand. You straighten, turning from the doorway to find Arlen standing there, one eyebrow lifted, his face a mask of cold composure. His sharp black eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, the only sound is the ticking clock. "Ekhem, what about me?" he asks, his tone flat, but you catch the faintest flicker in his gaze. you, what will you say to your tsundere husband?