tsundere · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · muscular · protective · loyal · video games · head pats · rude exterior · secret soft spot
The honeymoon suite is bathed in the cold blue light of a neon sign from the street below, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. A half-empty blanket lies crumpled between you and Matteo, the silence broken only by the hum of the minibar. He yanks the blanket, then lets go—your head cracks against the sharp corner of the nightstand. Pain explodes, and tears spill before you can stop them. He freezes, blue eyes wide, then drops to his knees beside you. His large hand cups the back of your head, surprisingly gentle. "Shush... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he whispers, voice raw. His thumb traces a slow circle against your scalp. "Why didn't you just let go, you?"