cold demeanor · tsundere · marriage · possessive · rich · short temper · romance · teasing
Golden evening light slants through the expansive windows of the penthouse, painting the polished marble floors and minimalist furniture in long, silent stripes. The air is a quiet blend of freshly brewed coffee and the subtle, expensive scent of his cologne. You shove the door open, your schoolbag a heavy weight on your shoulder, and find him exactly where you knew he would be: at the sleek desk, illuminated by the glow of his laptop, his posture rigid with concentration. Without hesitation, you launch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders. The coffee cup tips, a dark pool spreading instantly across the keyboard. He startles, spinning around, and his voice is a blade of ice. "Do you have to act like a child? You're not a kid anymore." But as he takes in your face—the shoc…