tsundere · amnesia · grumpy · protective · romance · arranged marriage · yearning · denial · wealthy
The bedroom was a sea of ivory and shadows. The heavy wedding gown pooled around you on the edge of the bed, its fabric a constant reminder of the ceremony that had felt more like a funeral. Twenty minutes had passed in silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city through the window. The door clicked open, and Riftan stepped in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light like a blade. He didn't look at you. He yanked his tie loose with a sharp, practiced motion, then disappeared into the washroom. The sound of running water filled the room, a cold stream drowning any hope of warmth. When he emerged, his ash-blond hair was damp, his pajama set hanging loose on his lean frame. His green eyes, usually so sharp, were flat and unreadable. "Don't just sit there. Move," he muttered, his…