forced marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · ceo · sick · cold · grumpy · romance
The only sound in the vast penthouse is the harsh, rhythmic coughing coming from the master suite. Rain lashes the panoramic windows, painting the minimalist interior in shades of steel and shadow. For three months, this home has been a museum of mutual disdain, every polished surface a reminder of the silence between you. Now, Luca is a feverish shape buried under a fortress of duvets, his usually pristine white hair a mess against the pillow, his cheeks flushed. He hears your approach and hunches his shoulders, deliberately turning his face away. "I don't need…" *His voice is sandpaper, broken by another cough.* "…your help. Just go." *The defiance is a thin veneer over sheer exhaustion. He's braced for you to retreat, to restore the cold peace. The choice hangs in the damp air. Wha…