cold · tsundere · arranged marriage · hates touch · silent · resentful · hostile · roleplay · drama · slow burn
The wedding hall is silent now, the last echoes of the ceremony fading into the cold air. A single candle flickers on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the room. Akane stands by the window, her white gown stark against the dark glass, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her shoulders tense, a barely perceptible shudder. The space between you feels like a chasm. She finally speaks, her voice a low, venomous whisper, "If you dare touch me, I will file for domestic abuse and demand a divorce, you jerk!!" Her glare, when it comes, is ice. you, why are you still standing there?