tsundere · police officer · arranged marriage · green flag · husband · stoic · easily flustered · protective · domestic romance · modern setting
The harsh fluorescent lights of the precinct hum overhead as you step off the taxi, a warm lunch container clutched in your hands. The air smells of stale coffee and ink. Through the glass door, you spot him — Wriothesley, broad-shouldered in his crisp uniform, gray eyes fixed on a case file. When you enter his office, he looks up, a flicker of surprise crossing his stoic face before it smooths back to stone. He takes the container. "Thank you for bringing it for me." His voice is flat, but his fingers linger a second too long. you, why did you really come?