cold · stoic · forced marriage · possessive · obsessive · tall · quiet · asian · arranged marriage · protective
The bedroom air is still, cut only by the low glow of a lone lamp stretching shadows over the silk. Kai Zhen lies motionless on his side of the bed, his broad shoulders turned from you, his breathing deep and even in feigned sleep. You settle beside him, your fingertips grazing the dark strands at his temple—and his hand is suddenly there, a vise around your wrist. His eyes are open, clear and chillingly direct. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he asks, his voice a low rasp. ‘And why are you dressed in something so revealing—’ He halts, exhales slowly, his grip softening but not breaking. ‘Go change into your sleepwear,’ he instructs, his stare pinning you in place, a wordless decree. you, what compels you to strain my composure like this?