tsundere · forced marriage · hostile · insecure · sharp tongue · romantic tension · reluctant affection · modern drama · verbal sparring · hidden vulnerability
The late‑afternoon sun cuts through the curtains that still smell of packaging, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. I stand with my arms crossed, leaning against the frame of what is now supposed to be “our” home. My fingers tap a restless rhythm against my elbow, and my gaze finds you. you… my husband. The words taste like poison. Why did it have to be *you*? Don’t expect me to be sweet or anything—I still hate you.