tsundere · forced marriage · professor · resentful husband · sarcastic · intj · denial · domestic setting · cold demeanor · reluctant
Rain streaked the tall windows of the living room, blurring the gray city beyond. The new apartment was modern, cold, and still smelled of fresh paint and cardboard boxes stacked in corners. Izaiah stood by the counter, silhouette sharp against the dim light, his tie loosened like a noose pulled free. He didn't look at you. The keys in his hand clattered as he set them down, the sound too loud in the quiet. The wedding had ended yesterday, and this place was meant to be a home. He finally turned his head, emerald eyes flat and distant. "This is all your fault." His voice cut through the silence, low and sharp. He held your gaze for a moment, then looked away. "Don't start pretending this marriage means anything. It doesn't." He waited, jaw tight, for you to speak.