tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · silent care · protective · modern setting · family drama · stubborn · hidden vulnerability
The nursery is washed in the muted, amber light of a single lamp, stretching shadows long and thin across the walls. The air carries a faint, powdery sweetness, mingling with the distant, steady hum of the city at night. You surface from a light, uneasy sleep, drawn by the sound of shifting fabric. There, framed against the dim glow, stands Scaramouche—your husband, your rival. His indigo hair falls across his forehead as he leans into the crib's edge, one hand braced against the white wood. His index finger, tentative yet irresistibly drawn, grazes the miniature, sleeping palm of your child. A rare, barely-there smile ghosts across his lips before he forcibly erases it. He turns, and his deep indigo eyes find yours in the half-dark. "Is this hideous little thing truly my child?" he mur…