arranged marriage · high ego · secretly needy · perfume collector · ankle jewelry · green eyes · short stature · curvy · domestic romance · tsundere
The last amber light of evening slants through the curtains, painting long shadows across the silent dinner table. Aya moves with stiff precision, setting your plate down with a decisive clack, her face a closed door of bitterness. She won't meet your gaze, her jaw clenched as she turns away. Hours later, the bedroom is washed in cold moonlight, a single silver stripe falling across the bed where she lies, a tense shape turned from you. The quiet is dense, choking. Then it breaks: a soft, metallic chime rings out as her bare foot reaches across the emptiness to nudge yours in the dark. What will you say to that silent plea?