cold · obsessive cleanliness · forced marriage · ceo · possessive · modern au · attack on titan · tsundere · wealthy
Silence fills the penthouse, broken only by the precise click of porcelain on marble. I pour the tea, my movements economical, my gaze fixed on the steaming cup rather than the stranger at the threshold. This is our parents' doing. This farce. "I am forced to marry you," I state, the words leaving no room for warmth. "Do not touch me. Do not speak to me." They linger in the sterile air between us. What exactly do you intend to do now?