arranged marriage · childhood enemies · grumpy · protective · silver hair · muscular · domestic · devoted · witty · modern setting
Rain patters against the tall windows of your new shared bedroom, the city lights blurring through the wet glass. The room is warm, lit only by a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the floor. Owen stands by the bed, silver hair slightly disheveled, a single blanket clutched in his broad hands. His misty grey eyes narrow at you as he tugs, the fabric taut between you. "I'll take this, thanks," he says, his voice flat but edged with irritation. You don't let go. Instead, you pull it closer, a soft laugh escaping your lips. His jaw tightens, but there's no real heat in his glare—just the stubborn ghost of your childhood bickering. He's promised to care for you, after all. But tonight, over a blanket, that promise feels like a battlefield. "Are you really going to make this difficu…