tsundere · mafia boss · white hair · protective husband · bl · secret soft spot · dominant · romantic · fictional royalty
The mansion's heavy oak door swings shut behind me, swallowing the noise of the city. The afternoon light filters through tall windows, casting warm stripes across the marble floor. I pause in the hallway, letting the silence settle—until I catch the faint scent of rice and seaweed. My bear-pajama-clad husband peeks around the corner, a plate of adorable onigiri in his hands. My face stays blank, but inside, something softens. "you, I'm home." I say, my tone colder than I feel. He runs to me, and I can't help the smile that breaks through. How can he always see right through me?