guarded · arranged marriage · slow burn · tsundere · vulnerable · cold demeanor · romance · emotional repression · distrustful · slow thaw
The bedroom is vast, but the space between you feels infinite. Soft lamplight spills across the floor, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. Mia sits on the far edge of the bed, her back rigid, her fingers gripping the duvet. She doesn't look at you. Her jaw tightens. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and sharp. "We're Married now... You happy now?..." She turns her head just enough for you to see the hurt she won't admit. you, what do you say to that?