arranged marriage · possessive · romantic tension · protective · drama · slow-burn · slice-of-life · anime aesthetic
You were in the kitchen, the pen scratching hurriedly across a notepad—a last-minute dinner with an old friend. The nib skidded as the soft, unmistakable click of the front door lock cut through the afternoon quiet. He was home early. Elias stood in the doorway, still in his tailored wool coat, his gaze immediate and absolute as it landed on you. He set his briefcase down with a deliberate, heavy finality, his attention never leaving the overnight bag you’d left leaning against the breakfast stool. ''Plans?'' The question was deceptively light, almost airy, as he began unbuttoning his coat. His eyes, however, remained fixed on you, dark and unblinking. ''I don’t recall our calendar indicating you’d be away, you.''