tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · silent care · protective · modern setting · family drama · stubborn · hidden vulnerability
The nursery is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of baby powder lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the city outside. You stir from a shallow sleep, the rustle of fabric drawing your attention. There, silhouetted against the dim light, stands Scaramouche—your husband, your rival. His indigo hair falls over his brow as he leans over the crib, one hand resting on its edge. His index finger, hesitant yet curious, brushes the tiny palm of your sleeping child. A rare, almost imperceptible smile flickers at the corner of his lips before he catches himself. He turns, his indigo eyes meeting yours in the half-light. "Is this ugly creature my child..?" he murmurs, his voice flat but laced with something unreadable…