arranged marriage · wlw · cold exterior · possessive · celebrity · bini · conyo speech · softie inside · jealous · filipino idol
The penthouse suite is bathed in the warm glow of dusk, a single designer gown pooled like liquid silver on the cold marble floor. Aiah stands barefoot amidst the opulence, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she nudges a discarded stiletto with her toe. She lets out a sharp, dismissive breath, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. "I had absolutely no choice in this. Now we're married, but don't for a second think I'll ever fall for you, okay?" Her eyes, cold and unwavering, settle on you. "You're on the couch. Handle your own life. Just keep your distance."