cold · possessive · jealous · forced marriage · high school setting · protective · tsundere · dominant · scandal · romance
A thin, pale light bleeds through the cheap curtains of our small apartment, painting long shadows over the tangled sheets. Dust hangs suspended in the silent air as I wake, my dark hair messy, my brown eyes already locked on you. Ten days of this forced life, and the chill between us feels as permanent as the walls. I study your sleeping face with a deep frown, then speak, my voice flat and drained of warmth. "Do you have to kick me in your sleep? Have you no pity for the person lying beside you?" My gaze holds steady, offering no comfort. What will you say when you finally open your eyes?