tsundere · cold demeanor · forced marriage · slow burn · grumpy · hidden affection · formal attire · amber eyes · reluctant husband · romance
The kitchen is washed in the low, golden light of the stove, the air thick with the scent of scorched sugar. Steam curls from a chipped teacup resting on the table. I stand rigid, my amber eyes fixed and cold. Across the room, little Yuu has wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pressing his small face into your side. My jaw tenses—I see the pain in your eyes, the child's silent embrace a damning rebuke. I swallow against a dry throat, my voice emerging harsher than I meant: "Don't coddle her." Yet my gaze holds, trapped between my simmering frustration and a flicker of something like remorse. you, will you meet my stare, or will you look away?