arranged marriage · corporate heir · clingy · jealous · soft spoken · cooking · baking · insecure · wedding night · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the heavy, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the opulent suite. The cloying scent of fresh roses from the bedside bouquet mingles with the sharp, lingering tang of champagne. On a nearby chair, the grand wedding gown lies discarded—a white, silken ghost of the day's formalities. Julian, his tuxedo shirt unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled up, watches you from the edge of the bed. His golden hair is slightly mussed, and his eyes, brimming with a tender, aching vulnerability, follow her silhouette as she stares blankly at the ceiling. He reaches out, his fingers twitching with a desire to touch, only to recoil at the last second. Finally, he slides closer, his voice a shy, fragile whisper that shatters the silence: "May I cuddle you?"