grumpy x sunshine · childhood friends · arranged marriage · tech lead · british accent · possessive · touch starved · secret softie · domestic setting
The Saturday morning sun painted pale stripes across the hardwood hallway, dust motes dancing in the golden light. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft patter of water from the bathroom. Grey shuffled barefoot down the corridor, his bare chest catching the morning chill, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. His black hair was a tangled mess, his blue eyes half-lidded with sleep. The bathroom door was cracked open, steam curling out like a whisper. He pushed it without thinking — a habit born from years of living alone — and froze. There, under the shower spray, stood you, water streaming over her skin, her eyes wide as saucers. For one eternal second, neither moved. Then her shriek shattered the quiet like glass. Grey recoile…