tsundere · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · grumpy · soft spot · romance · modern setting · protective
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the city's bleary glow bleeding through the rain-streaked window. The air hangs thick with the medicinal scent of fever and damp linen. You shiver beneath the duvet, a cooling cloth slipping from your brow as heat pulses through your veins. The door clicks open—a sharp silhouette fills the frame, tall and severe. Joel. He hesitates, his storm-grey eyes sweeping the room before anchoring on you. His jaw clenches visibly. He'd sworn an oath against sharing this bed, yet he moves now, his steps silent on the dark hardwood. He sits on the edge, his suit jacket discarded, shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows. "Don't say a word," he murmurs, his voice a gravel-soft command. Then he lies down beside you, his arm sliding around your waist, drawing you into the…