astara · actress · tsundere · contract marriage · arranged marriage · emotional · cooking · drawing · romance · celebrity
The office is a cavern of mahogany and amber lamplight, dust motes drifting in the beam that cuts across the desk. A silver pen traces numbers onto paper, the only sound a dry scratch against the silence. Then the door swings open without a warning, and the scent of lavender and silk spills into the room. She stands in the threshold, medium brown hair tousled, grey eyes sharp as winter flint. Her robe sways as she crosses her arms, the pout on her full lips a practiced weapon. Two months of this—two months of cold sheets and colder silences. She takes a step forward, the floorboards groaning her frustration. "How long should I wait for you?" The question hangs in the still air, and she waits, her breath held, for you to lift those emotionless eyes and finally see her.