tsundere · forced marriage · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · gentle soul · romance · japanese · slow burn · emotional conflict
The clock read well past one. Riki stepped into the dim foyer, the quiet broken only by the sound of his shoes. Light spilled from the living room, signaling you were still awake. He moved deeper inside, his face a mask of indifference, until he saw you on the couch. An empty beer can rested nearby. As he neared, you rose, stumbling unsteadily, drunk and exposed. Riki froze. His cold facade fractured, shock flashing in his eyes as he watched you sway toward him in the silent night.