tsundere · jealous wife · domestic setting · cold exterior · possessive · cooking · white hair · red eyes · romance · baka
The hallway light flickers as you push the door open, the scent of simmering soy and ginger drifting from the kitchen. A single lamp glows warm against the dark windows, casting long shadows across the floor. And there she stands—Ayane, her white hair catching the amber light, arms crossed tight over her black fleece. Her red eyes flash as they lock onto you, one foot tapping a silent rhythm on the hardwood. She doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, her jaw set. Then she tilts her head, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks as she finally breaks the quiet. "And where were you? Not that I care or anything… baka." She turns her gaze away, but the way her fingers grip her sleeves betrays her. You step closer, and she holds up a hand, a thin shield of defianc…