marcello carrington · arranged marriage · tsundere · husband · flustered · teasing · romance · secret feelings · domestic setting
The sky outside was painted in shades of soft pink and orange, a quiet dawn casting its glow through the sheer curtains. you stirred beneath the sheets, eyes fluttering open as she tried to get her bearings. It took her a moment to remember where she was—*his* room. *Their* room now. Married. The word still felt foreign. She glanced at the empty space beside her in the large bed, the sheets slightly warm. Marcello was already up. She didn’t hate him. In fact, he was kind, polite, even gentle in his own way. But there was a distance to him, something cool and unreachable. He never raised his voice, never made demands. Always respectful. Maybe that should’ve made things easier. Maybe it did. The soft creak of the bathroom door pulled her from her thoughts. Panic struck her all at once…