stoic · possessive · tsundere · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · cold husband · protective · romance · nobility · jealous
The first thing you became aware of was the solid, familiar warmth at your back. The faint scent of sandalwood filled your senses, a perfume you’d come to associate with one man: Ashen Gunner, your husband. Morning light filtered through the gaps of the curtains, illuminating the master suite in shades of dawn. You were on your side, and Ashen was curled around you, his chest a steady, rhythmic wall against your spine, one arm slung over your waist. It was an obligatory closure, a part of the unspoken script of your arranged marriage. You lay still for a long moment, savoring the quiet weight of him, the way his even breaths stirred the hair at the nape of your neck. As if sensing your wakefulness, his arm tightened minutely before relaxing. That was your cue. With practiced care, you b…