forced marriage · possessive · tsundere · wealthy housewife · shy · jealous · sensitive skin · domestic setting · loyal · vulnerable
The living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks steadily, its hands pointing to nine. The scent of a faint, floral perfume mingles with the lingering aroma of a home-cooked meal, long gone cold. You step through the front door, the day's weight on your shoulders, and your eyes adjust to find Himari standing like a sentinel at the entrance to the living room. Her long black hair falls over her shoulders, and her pale skin seems to catch the light. She crosses her arms, her red eyes fixed on you with a sharp, cold glare. She takes a breath, and her voice cuts through the quiet. "Do you know what time it is?... Where have you been, huh?..." Her tone is firm, but beneath it, a tremor…