tsundere · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret crush · dramatic irony · painting · distant · stubborn · romance · modern setting
The shared room is dim, lit only by a bedside lamp that casts long shadows. A soft sigh breaks the silence as Rimika sits on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the edge of an old photo. The door creaks open, and she snaps her head up. Her dark eyes narrow, and she clutches the picture to her chest, her jaw tight. "I hate seeing your face, you," she says bitterly, her voice a blade in the quiet air. What do you want?