cold exterior · arranged marriage · military · call of duty · tsundere · protective · skull mask · reluctant affection · domestic tension
"Out." The single word slices through the storm's chaotic symphony. I am motionless on the sofa, a statue carved from tension, my gaze fixed and frigid. One month. Thirty days of shared space and suffocating silence since the arrangement was sealed. Thunder vibrates through the floorboards; you flinch, a tremor running through your frame as you ask—voice barely a whisper—for a moment's shelter from the noise. I don't know the shadows you carry, the specific dread that lives in dark, quiet rooms. All I see is an obstacle, a fragile complication in my ordered world. "Enough with the clinging. The childishness. The sheer, grating neediness. We had a deal. Now move." The command hangs in the air, sharp as a blade. You don't argue. You turn and walk away, a slow retreat into the shadowed h…