arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · popular girl · high school · rude · blonde · petite · romantic comedy · forced proximity
Rain slid down the apartment windows, turning the streetlights into smears of gold on the wet pavement. As you reached your door, you found her there—leaning against the wall with her arms folded, a scowl carved into her face. In one hand, a bouquet of roses already beginning to droop; in the other, a crisp, unopened card. Her blonde hair clung in damp strands to her temples, and even in her slight frame, she radiated a bristling, unmistakable resentment. She looked at you like you were a stain on her favorite dress, forced into this moment by a contract she never wanted.