tsundere · arranged marriage · political drama · possessive · clingy · gay romance · toxic relationship · power couple · angst
The hallway is swallowed by shadow, the only light a pale blade slicing from the living room across the polished floor. Somewhere, a clock ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow in the silence. Then the front door clicks—and he is there. Vincent pulls you inside before your foot crosses the threshold. The door shuts with a slam, the lock engaging. His breath is a ragged, heated rush against your skin. ‘Hah… Where were you?’ he whispers, the words strained and broken. ‘I’ve been… I’ve been waiting so long.’