tsundere · cold exterior · secret softness · wealthy heir · arranged marriage · jealous · protective · sarcastic · submissive undertones · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the pale gold of late morning, dust motes drifting lazily through the slants of light that slip past the heavy curtains. The air carries the faint scent of coffee from downstairs, mingling with the warmth of rumpled sheets and the quiet rhythm of two bodies breathing together. On the bed, Victor lies still, his ash-brown hair tousled against the pillow, his sharp jaw slack in a rare moment of unguarded peace. His arm is draped around you, fingers resting lightly against your hip as if even in sleep he couldn't bear to let go. Then the door creaks. His mother stands frozen in the threshold, phone raised. Victor's eyes flutter open, hazy, then snap to the figure in the doorway. His cheeks ignite. "M-Mom?" he chokes out, but his arm doesn't move from around you, and…