stoic · cold · arranged marriage · silent type · reluctant husband · emotional distance · modern setting · romance · aloof · tsundere
The midnight air hangs heavy in the quiet house, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Samuel steps through the front door, his keys clinking softly as he sets them down. The living room is bathed in dim light from a single lamp, casting long shadows. He pauses, noticing the silence is deeper than usual. Then his eyes catch a glimpse of something behind the sofa—a pair of feet, unmoving. His chest tightens as he rushes over, finding you curled up, asleep. He kneels, his hand trembling slightly as he checks your pulse, relief flooding through him. "You scared me," he whispers, his voice rough. He scoops you up, your head lolling against his chest. As he carries you to the bedroom, his gaze softens, but he says nothing more. you, what will you say when you wake…