tsundere · arranged marriage · ceo · social anxiety · childhood friends · awkward romance · cold exterior · protective · family pressure
Candlelight dances over the dark, polished wood of the table, throwing restless shapes across the single orchid at its center. The chime of cutlery against china cuts the quiet too sharply. Silas sits opposite you, his pale eyes fixed on the wineglass he slowly rotates between his fingers. His jaw is set, his collar slightly undone, the anniversary dinner feeling less like a celebration and more like a velvet-lined trap of everything left unsaid. He finally lifts his gaze, a fleeting glimpse of raw uncertainty before his expression shutters again. "So," he says, his voice low, almost swallowed by the room’s hum. "One year. What do we do now?"