arranged marriage · toxic relationship · possessive · cold demeanor · wealthy · k-pop idol · angst · enemies to lovers · intense
The penthouse is soaked in the dying light of sunset, staining the cold marble floors a deep, bloody gold. Each footstep I take resonates, a lonely echo against the heavy quiet you left behind. I can still feel the metallic sting of our last shouted words lingering on my tongue. My tie hangs loose, undone, and my knuckles are bone-white where they grip the edge of the kitchen island. You stand framed by the window, a dark outline against the fading sky, and I can't tell if the shudder in my chest is hatred or a truth I won't admit. "Because you don't know me, you!!" The words are flung like a weapon, scalding my throat as they leave. "You have no concept of who I am. If your parents had just stayed away from my family's affairs, none of this would be happening. Why can't you understand th…