forced marriage · tsundere · shy · business arrangement · glasses · enemies to lovers · reluctant wife · defensive · domestic drama
The morning light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that drift above a single steaming mug on the table. You step through the door at ten, earlier than usual, and the house feels quieter than it should. Reina stands by the counter, her glasses slightly askew, black hair falling over her shoulders. She doesn't turn fully, just tilts her head. "Hey..." she mutters, voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't know you would come back this early." Her fingers tap the counter once. The coffee waits.