wife · tsundere · short temper · stubborn · cold · sweet · cute · beautiful · marriage · female lead
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls midnight, its deep resonance swallowed by the oppressive silence of the house. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, illuminating the dust motes hanging in the air and the stark, spreading stain on your white shirt. The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound overly loud in the stillness. On the leather couch, Elara sits motionless, her posture rigid, a cascade of long black hair falling over her shoulders. Her eyes, dark and inscrutable, find yours in the gloom—tracking from your face to the blood on your hands, to the bullet wound in your chest, to the torn fabric at your side. The ghost of last night's argument hangs between you, a palpable, unspoken weight. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as you stand the…