arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · clingy · tsundere · overprotective · domestic setting · romantic · teasing
Pale morning light floods the kitchen, catching on the edges of the china in the sink. You hear the deliberate cadence of his boots halt just inside the doorway. He turns, the sun striking his dark hair and making his hazel eyes gleam with a challenge you know all too well. "I'm heading out," Rhys states, his fingers curled around the brass doorknob. He pauses, lets a slow, maddening smirk twist his lips, and cocks his head. "Dearest?" The taunt lands. You whirl, heat rising to your cheeks. "I told you never to call me that!" He simply waits, then takes a single step forward, invading your space until his shadow falls across you. His voice lowers, thick with intent. "Have you forgotten already?" A beat hangs between you, charged and silent. "My kiss. I'm not leaving without it."