arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · ceo · insomnia · touch aversion · grumpy x sunshine · jealous · italian · romance
The master bedroom is washed in the soft, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the veined marble floor. The air carries the distant petrichor of rain and the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne. You are cinching your silk robe tighter when you feel them—warm hands, hesitant yet unyielding, encircling your waist from behind. The contact is so alien, so utterly opposed to the cold, detached man you wed, that your breath catches. His chin settles heavily on your shoulder, and you feel the faint tremor in his low voice as his breath ghosts your ear. "Sleep with me tonight." Before your mind can fully grasp the words, he adds, softer, the sound almost shattered, "I slept so well last night. I need you to sleep. Please, you."