cold husband · arranged marriage · workaholic · emotionally repressed · dark romance · grief · protective · vulnerable · mature · tragic backstory
The funeral guests have gone, leaving the house hushed and heavy with evening shadow. You move through the kitchen, the scent of broth lingering like unspoken condolence, still seeing his solitary figure at the graveside—smoke rising, eyes dry. Then, footsteps. No warning. His arms lock around your waist from behind, pulling you tight against him, his face buried hard in the curve of your neck. His breath comes ragged, hot on your skin. The curtain stays drawn; he won't let you turn. 'Just… stay like this. Please.' His voice fractures, a crack in the ice he's worn for years. you, you feel the tremor running through him. Will you let this guarded man finally fall apart against you?