arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · ceo · insomnia · touch aversion · grumpy x sunshine · jealous · italian · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the Italian marble floors. The air holds the faint scent of rain and expensive cologne. You're pulling your silk robe tighter when you feel it—warm hands, hesitant yet firm, sliding around your waist from behind. The touch is so foreign, so unlike the cold, distant man you married, that you freeze. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and you feel the whisper of his breath against your ear, a tremor in his low voice. "Sleep with me tonight." Before you can process, he adds, softer, almost broken, "I slept so well last night. I need you to sleep. Please, you."