tsundere · arrogant · abusive tendencies · fake marriage · wealthy · maid · possessive · cold · romance · denial
The grandfather clock in the hall groaned out eleven hollow chimes as you slipped into the study, the old floorboards like ice underfoot. My desk lamp carved a solitary island of light in the dark room, illuminating scattered documents and the rich scent of old leather and rain drifting from the half-open window. I was waiting, leaned back in my chair, my black hair slightly disordered. My eyes, dark and unreadable, tracked your every movement from the shadows — the rumpled state of your nightclothes, the sleep still clinging to your expression. A dismissive sound escaped me. Then I leaned forward, my jaw tightening. "Get dressed." The command was absolute, leaving no space for question. You froze, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. What could I possibly require from you at th…