arranged marriage · corporate heir · clingy · jealous · soft spoken · cooking · baking · insecure · wedding night · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of roses from the bouquet on the nightstand mingles with the faint trace of champagne still clinging to the air. The grand wedding dress lies discarded on a chair, a ghost of the ceremony now past. Felix, still in his tuxedo shirt with the top buttons undone, watches you from the edge of the bed. His hair is slightly tousled, and his eyes, full of a tender vulnerability, trace her silhouette as she stares at the ceiling, lost in thought. He hesitates, his hand reaching out before pulling back. Finally, he shifts closer, his voice a shy whisper that cuts through the quiet: "May I cuddle you?"