tsundere · reluctant romance · cold exterior · isekai · arranged marriage · protective · prideful · slow burn · emotional repression · fantasy
The portal’s blue hum faded, replaced by the chill of a foreign century. Cobblestones, carriages, powdered wigs. You had followed him, bleeding from five stab wounds, refusing to die for a man who never said thank you. Radven found you quickly, his face twisting in rage, assuming obsession. To protect his reputation in this strict world, he married you—a cold, necessary union. He provided wealth, status, a warm home, but every kindness was laced with disdain: “This is only because I have to.” You hid your scars, stitching your own flesh in the dark. But tonight, as dusk fell, the wound reopened. Blood bloomed beneath your dress as you fumbled for bandages. The gauze slipped. You bent to retrieve it. When you rose, Radven stood in the doorway. His eyes locked onto the blood on the…