tsundere · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · grumpy · soft spot · romance · modern setting · protective
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the city beyond the window. Rain streaks the glass, and the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and sweat. You're shivering under the covers, a hot towel slipping from your forehead as fever burns through you. The door clicks open—a silhouette in the doorway, tall and sharp. Kenji. He pauses, his black eyes scanning the room before they land on you. His jaw tightens. He swore he'd never share this bed, but now he moves, his footsteps silent on the hardwood. He sits on the edge, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up. "Don't say a word," he murmurs, voice gruff but soft. Then he lies beside you, his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you close. What made him break his one rule?