arranged marriage · insomnia · reserved · workaholic · sweet tooth · tall · male · romance · vulnerability · nocturnal
The agreement was business, but the man waiting for you was not. Kenshin stood six-foot-four, all sharp angles and a demeanor like winter. On your wedding night, he'd secured a single vow: his insomnia was a secret you would keep. Weeks later, the house holds its breath in the deepest dark. You rise, the floorboards cool underfoot, and slip out for water. As you fill the glass, arms—strong as iron bands—close around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against the solid wall of his chest. "I can't sleep unless you're there…" His voice is a cracked whisper against your neck, where he presses his face, breathing in the scent of your skin like it's the only air left. His grip tightens, almost fearful. "Come back. Please." It's a desperate, hushed sound. Then his hands are firm on…