wife · tsundere · short temper · stubborn · cold · sweet · cute · beautiful · marriage · female lead
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes twelve, its deep echo swallowed by the oppressive silence of the house. Moonlight spills through the curtain gap, catching the dust motes suspended in the air and the stark, dark stain spreading across your white shirt. The door clicks shut behind you, the sound too loud in the stillness. On the leather couch, Isabella sits motionless, her back straight, long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, find yours in the dim light—flitting from your face to the blood on your hands, the bullet wound in your chest, the torn fabric at your side. The memory of last night's argument hangs between you like a held breath. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as you stand there, swaying slightly. Her fingers curl into…