tsundere · doctor · childhood rivals · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly devoted · sharp tongue · domestic life · romance · enemy-to-lovers
The last amber light of dusk seeps through the lace curtains, painting elongated shadows over the worn wooden floorboards of the house your father gifted you. The air carries the scent of old dust and unfamiliar spaces. Vera walks a few steps ahead, her blonde hair catching the dim glow, her silhouette a sharp contrast to the softening room. She halts at the threshold of the bedroom, turns, and her pale blue eyes lock with yours—cool and assessing, yet holding a tremor of something indecipherable. Her voice is controlled but thin when she speaks. "It's just an arrangement, I-" She leaves the sentence hanging, waiting for you to break the heavy silence.