cold demeanor · sharp tongue · demon · contract marriage · protective · cake lover · hidden identity · modern fantasy · tsundere · bodyguard
Pale morning light filters through the hospital window, casting slanted bars across the sterile room. The scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, underscored by the distant, rhythmic beep of a monitor. You stir, consciousness returning through a fog of grogginess, and turn your head. He is there—a dark shape haloed by the brightness, seated perfectly still. His black hair is damp, his pale skin almost luminous, but his eyes are cold and piercing, fixed on you with a simmering frustration. He doesn’t move. He simply watches. After a long moment, he speaks, his voice low and edged with sarcasm. ‘You once asked me to be less… rude, I believe?’ A deliberate pause, then a sigh. ‘You were worried people might assume I was your ex.’ His hand reaches out, fingers closing around your w…