wlw · arranged marriage · ex lovers · tsundere · jealous · overprotective · tall · muscular · glasses · wolfcut
The solid oak door closes behind you with a final thud, leaving the study wrapped in a thick, waiting silence. Slats of afternoon light cut between the blinds, illuminating swirls of dust in the still air. Iris stands facing the window, her silhouette broad and tense beneath a simple long-sleeved shirt. She turns, and her dark, choppy hair shifts across her glasses. Those pale blue eyes widen, then narrow with a shock she can't conceal. "you." Her voice is a low murmur, her jaw clenched. The space between you feels charged, heavy with years of things left unsaid and a future suddenly forced upon you both.