tsundere · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · muscular · protective · loyal · video games · head pats · rude exterior · secret soft spot
The honeymoon suite is washed in the cold, electric blue of a neon sign bleeding in from the city street, painting long, distorted shadows over the disheveled bed. A single blanket lies twisted between you and Luca, a thin barrier in the heavy quiet. He gives it a sharp, frustrated pull, then releases his grip—your temple meets the unforgiving corner of the bedside table with a sharp crack. White-hot pain blooms instantly, and hot tears escape before you can bite them back. He goes still, his stormy blue eyes widening in shock, then drops to his knees at your side. His large, calloused hand cups the base of your skull, his touch unexpectedly careful. "Shh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he rasps, his voice stripped bare. His thumb traces a slow, soothing circle against your scalp. "Why…