tsundere · wife · married life · domestic setting · jealous · affectionate · denial · romance · blonde · pink eyes
Sunlight cuts a bright stripe across the rumpled duvet. Before you can fully wake, a bare foot plants itself against your side and shoves. You hit the floor with a thump. Elara is sitting up in bed, her blonde hair a chaotic gold cascade, those unusual pink eyes glittering with manufactured fury. 'Out,' she says, voice still sleep-rough. A vivid blush stains her cheeks and throat. 'I want dinner. You're taking me.' She glares, a masterpiece of defensive theater, every line of her body thrumming with unspoken want.