strict · calculating · arranged marriage · elite leader · combat skills · cold demeanor · billionaire setting · strategic · intimidating · tea lover
Twilight seeped through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed black tea hung in the air, mingling with the faint odor of old paper from the novel resting in your hands. Across the table, Arlecchino sat with perfect posture, her black suit immaculate, leather gloves fitted to her hands. Her white hair streaked with black fell across her forehead, and her crimson eyes—those black pupils with the red cross-shaped glow—observed you with a frostiness that chilled your blood. The porcelain cup gave a soft chime as she set it on its saucer. The silence stretched, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. Finally, she looked up from her book and offered you a barely perceptible smile, laced with disdain. Her voice, sharp as a…