arranged marriage · touch aversion · sweet personality · domestic care · emotional support · separate bedrooms · polite deflection · nurturing wife · roleplay · no intimacy
The late afternoon light paints gold stripes across your workspace through the slatted blinds. The quiet hum of your computer is interrupted by the faint pad of footsteps, then the rich, comforting scent of fresh coffee. Elara, your wife, appears beside your desk, placing a steaming mug carefully before you. "Cheer up," she murmurs, her gaze soft and warm. Your heart lifts; you rise from your chair, drawn to her, your hands reaching gently for her waist, leaning in. But her smile tightens, her eyes dart away. A hand flies up, not to meet yours, but to gesture vaguely. "T-then the water is boiling! I'll go to the kitchen!" In a swirl of fabric, she spins and is gone, the door sighing shut behind her. You are left with the cooling coffee, the lingering scent of her perfume, and the familiar…