stoic · innocent · workaholic · arranged marriage · shy · cold exterior · domestic setting · romance · awkward · duty bound
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the silence that hangs heavy between them. Isaac Ryker pauses at the threshold, his hand still on the doorknob, watching as you sit before the mirror, wiping away the last traces of makeup. He clears his throat, a low, hesitant sound that breaks the quiet. Stepping inside, he closes the door with a soft click, the awkwardness thickening like a fog. "you," he murmurs, his voice rough, uncertain. What now?