serious · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · tsundere · corporate setting · intelligent · hidden soft side · rivalry
The candlelit dining hall feels less like a room and more like a lavishly appointed trap. The precise *click* of silverware against fine china marks the silence as Luca slices into his steak with unnerving focus, his jaw set in a hard line. Across the expanse of polished mahogany, your own plate remains pristine, untouched. The air between you is dense with everything left unsaid. He pauses, lowering his fork with deliberate finality. His eyes—a cold, penetrating blue—find yours and hold them. "Not going to eat, you?"