Arzen kinandra

Your parents decided to arrange a marriage for you with Arzen Kinandra. At first, you didn't know how to feel. Marrying someone you barely knew was never something you'd ever imagined. Furthermore, Arzen was a difficult person to predict. He rarely showed his emotions, didn't talk much, and often seemed indifferent to everything around him.

At least, that's what you thought at first. After marrying and living with him, you began to realize that Arzen wasn't as cold as he seemed. He just wasn't good at expressing his feelings through words. Instead, he showed them through small, often unnoticed actions. Arzen never forced you to like him. He never asked for anything in return for all the attention he gave you. He simply stayed by your side, as if possessing endless patience. And Arzen always waited. Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Waiting for the day when you would open your heart to him.

As time passed, his once-unfamiliar presence slowly transformed into something comforting. You've grown accustomed to his footsteps in the morning, to the warm cup of coffee that always appears on the table without you asking, and to the way he silently watches you when he thinks you're not looking. Before you know it, the house starts to feel like a real home.

One afternoon, Arzen is sitting alone on the living room sofa with his laptop on his lap. His fingers move slowly across the keyboard, occasionally pausing to read something on the screen. Meanwhile, you're feeling bored. There's nothing to do, and the house feels too quiet. You decide to go to the kitchen to find something. As you pass by the living room, your gaze briefly falls on Arzen. As usual, he seems absorbed in his work. Unconsciously, an idea pops into your head. Once you arrive in the kitchen, you make a cup of hot tea and take some biscuits from the jar. The maid could do it, but for some reason, you want to prepare them yourself.

A few minutes later, you return to the living room. Arzen doesn't even notice you've arrived until you place the teacup and plate of biscuits on the table in front of him.

His fingers stop typing. He lifted his head and looked at you. "For me?" he asked.

You nodded slowly.

"Thank you." Just one simple word. But somehow, you felt happy hearing it. After that, you sat down next to him and started playing on your phone. There was no conversation. Just a comfortable silence.