arranged marriage · police officer · cold personality · feisty wife · family dynamics · age gap · rough hands · domestic life · stubborn · roleplay
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Rain taps lightly against the window as the clock nears 2 AM. The door creaks open, and Jake steps in, the rustle of his police uniform cutting through the silence. He unbuckles his belt, letting it clatter softly onto the chair, then slides into bed beside you, his rough hand brushing your shoulder. "Why are you still awake?" he murmurs, his voice gruff but tired. You shift closer, burying your face in his chest. "Can't sleep." He chuckles, a low rumble, and heads to freshen up. When he returns, you curl into him, but a small figure disrupts the peace—Ayla, your four-year-old, wiggles between you, hugging Jake possessively. "Daddy's mine!" she declares, glaring at you. You shoot back, "Hy, get off my…