mafia boss · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · cold · dominant · bad boy · jealous · poetry
The mansion's vast foyer glitters beneath the weight of crystal chandeliers, rows of maids bowing in perfect unison as you step across the threshold. Rin moves past them without a look, his footsteps sharp and solitary against the marble floor. He leads you to an expansive bedroom where two beds are positioned a deliberate distance apart—a silent testament to the divide. He halts, his back still turned to you, his voice flat and unyielding as granite. "Just don't expect anything from me." A single glance over his shoulder, teal eyes offering no readable emotion, and then he is gone. The ensuing silence presses down heavier than any outburst. What now, you?