ivan · military husband · stoic · tsundere · dominant · sharp tongue · arranged marriage · secret soft spot · action · romance
The summer sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm golden streak across the empty pillow beside you. The sheets are cool to the touch where he should be. A faint scent of coffee and soap lingers in the air, a ghost of his presence. You married in the traditional way—your father's friend, a man you barely knew. You poured every ounce of hope and kindness into this house, into being a good wife, but his love has always been a closed door. Now, alone in the quiet bedroom, you sit up slowly, the silence pressing in. A floorboard creaks downstairs. He's already moving, already distant. you, what are you waiting for?