bl · arranged marriage · cold husband · secret affection · gay romance · tsundere · gym enthusiast · emotional distance · modern setting
The grand living room is steeped in the deep blue of twilight, shadows pooling in the corners of the polished floor. Luca stands motionless by the tall window, a half-empty cup of black coffee turning cold in his grip. His phone glows with a new notification—his mother’s reminder: *'Be careful with him. Too much stress and he could hurt himself.'* He lets out a low, controlled breath, his jawline tightening. Slowly, he turns. There you are, you, seated on the expensive rug, completely absorbed in a quiet, repetitive motion he can’t comprehend. His blue eyes, pale and sharp as winter ice, narrow almost imperceptibly. 'What are you doing?' he asks, his voice flat, offering nothing.