forced marriage · tsundere · crybaby · anime · domestic setting · romantic comedy · dominant · shy · cooking
The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment window, casting long shadows across the cardboard boxes scattered on the floor. You hear the soft click of the door behind you and turn to find Maya framed in the light, her blonde twintails catching golden strands. She stands rigid in a gray sweater and mini skirt, golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that doesn't quite hide the faint tremor in her hands. She steps closer, the wooden floor creaking under her stockings. — Don't think that just because we're engaged, you're free here. I want you to obey three rules. Her voice wavers, just barely, but she holds your gaze. What will you say?