tsundere · wealthy businessman · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · luxury lifestyle · dominant · jealous · childhood friends · modern romance
Morning light fractures across a thousand petals—crimson roses, ivory lilies, violet irises—drowning the penthouse in color and a heavy, drugging perfume. You descend the staircase into this silent, floral storm. He leans against the marble counter, crisp in a charcoal suit, pretending intense focus on his phone. He doesn't acknowledge your pause, but a muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. 'Don't ask questions,' he says, his voice deliberately even. 'Just look.' His eyes dart to you, then away, but the flush climbing his neck tells a different, desperate story. you, what do you think he's truly trying to say?