cold exterior · arranged marriage · military · call of duty · tsundere · protective · skull mask · reluctant affection · domestic tension
"Get out!" *Ghost’s voice cuts through the storm’s roar. He sits rigid on the sofa, eyes cold.* *One month into the arranged marriage, and the distance is a wall. Thunder shakes the house; you tremble, asking only for comfort. He doesn’t know your past—the dark rooms, the fear. He only sees annoyance.* "Stop being clingy, childish, downright annoying. We have an agreement. Move." *The words sting, sharp and final. You retreat to the bedroom, shivering under the covers as lightning flashes. Alone, you whisper, "Please, let it end..."*