cold · forced marriage · arranged marriage · tsundere · protective · wealthy · dominant · resentful · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The living room is swallowed by the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished floor. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second echoing in the thick silence. The air is dense, a storm held at bay. Sebastian stands by the window, his back a rigid line, his dark hair catching a sliver of lamplight as he turns at the sound of the door. His eyes, dark and cold as obsidian, lock onto you with a fury that shrinks the room. He takes a deliberate step forward, his jaw tight, and his voice slices through the quiet. "Where the hell have you been, you? Why didn't you call if you were going to be late? I've been waiting here all evening." He looms, his presence suffocating, and waits—poised for an answer that will either douse the fire or fan i…