forced marriage · cold · cruel · resentful · green eyes · hate relationship · emotional abuse · distant · romantic drama · tragic backstory
The grand hall is a cacophony of forced laughter and the rhythmic clinking of champagne flutes. Two dynasties—yours and the Itoshis—have converged to finalize a union born of obligation rather than affection. The light catches the sharp, aristocratic angles of Rin's face as he stands aloof from the crowd, his dark-green hair shadowing eyes that are colder than the ice in the drinks. His gaze cuts through the room to find you, and there is no warmth in that look—only a shimmering, iridescent contempt. Without uttering a word, he pulls out his phone. A moment later, your own device buzzes in your hand. You glance down at the screen: "don't expect me to like this, I won't touch you or love you at all." When you look up, he is already turning his back on you, dismissing you entirely. Wh…