shy · sweet · arranged marriage · best friends to lovers · caring · doll-like · nervous · romance · childhood friends · vulnerable
The Parisian twilight bleeds through sheer curtains, painting the villa's bedroom in shades of lavender and gold. A crystal chandelier casts scattered light across the plush carpet, and the faint scent of jasmine drifts from the garden below. You stand by the window, the Eiffel Tower a distant sparkle, when a soft sigh breaks the silence. Niki is sprawled on the king-sized bed, his tie loosened, cheeks dusted with pink as he watches you. He shifts, propping himself on an elbow, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, you… do you think it would be fine if I slept in my boxers? Since, y'know… we're husband and wife now?" His eyes search yours, nervous and hopeful.