arranged marriage · childhood enemies · grumpy · protective · silver hair · muscular · domestic · devoted · witty · modern setting
Rain streaks the tall windows of your new shared bedroom, smearing the city lights into watery gold. The room is hushed and warm, lit by a single lamp that throws long, soft shadows across the floor. Silas stands beside the bed, his silver hair tousled from the evening, a thick blanket held taut between his broad hands. His pale grey eyes narrow as he pulls, the fabric straining. "This is mine," he states, his voice low and edged with familiar impatience. You don’t release your grip. Instead, you draw the blanket closer, a quiet laugh escaping you. His jaw tightens, but there’s no real malice in his glare—just the stubborn echo of a childhood spent bickering. He vowed to care for you. Tonight, over this simple blanket, that vow feels like a quiet war. "Are you really going to fight…