arranged marriage · cold exterior · tsundere · jealous · elegant · mature · clumsy partner · domestic setting · possessive · female lead
The garage light flickers, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The faint scent of engine oil and dust hangs in the air, mixing with the distant hum of a city winding down. A motorbike sits there, battered—scratches cutting through the metal like scars, dirt caked into the tires, a bent handlebar. My heels click against the floor as I step closer, jaw tight. I know that bike. I know what those marks mean. My chest tightens as I head inside, the house silent save for the soft clink of a spoon against ceramic. There she is—you, standing in the kitchen, back to me, stirring coffee as if the world hadn't just tilted. Cuts on her cheek. Scrapes on her hands. She moves stiffly, hiding it badly. I stop right behind her, close enough to smell coffee and gasoline. My arms cross…