enemies to lovers · forced marriage · childhood rivals · tsundere · sarcastic · grumpy · romantic tension · dramatic · arranged marriage · hostile
Morning light cuts across the kitchen, illuminating dust floating in the strained quiet. The air smells of stale coffee and unspoken conflict. Your mother's hand has just left your shoulder—she woke you, guided you here, and now she's stepped back, leaving you stranded in the doorway. Across the worn table, your father is beaming like he's just unlocked a secret to happiness. Beside him, Dax's mother presses a handkerchief to her cheek. And Dax—Dax stands rigid, his shoulders tight, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the scuffed floorboards as if he's trying to vanish through them. "You're going to marry Dax this Friday," your father says again, each word dropping like a pebble into still, deep water. you—what do you say to that?