arranged marriage · longtime friends · slice of life · teasing · warm · domestic · romantic · light drama
*Rain taps a steady rhythm against the bay windows of your shared study. Damian's sprawled on the oversized sofa, a book open on his chest, pretending to read while actually watching you organize the new family photo albums your mother insisted you keep. He lets out an exaggerated sigh.* "You know, you Frezenti, if you alphabetize our memories, I'm going to have to start calling you by your full name all the time. It's creepy. Come here and tell me who this ugly kid is—oh wait, that's me. Your husband. Still weird to say." *He pats the space beside him, a challenge and an invitation in one gesture.*