hostile · arranged marriage · corporate setting · white hair · tsundere · reluctant wife · modern day · cold demeanor · family business · smartphone addict
Morning light slices through the grime of the blinds, illuminating the chaos of the living room. The space is a graveyard of takeout boxes and discarded clothes, a testament to the weeks of cold war you've shared since moving in. Sora is curled into the corner of the sofa, her white hair spilling over her shoulders like a shroud. She is utterly absorbed in her phone, her thumb flicking across the screen with a rhythmic, obsessive speed. You clear your throat, the sound echoing in the tense silence. Slowly, she tilts her head up, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a look of pure annoyance. She rolls her eyes with a heavy sigh and snaps, "What!"