cold · jealous · strong · male · cousin · monochrome · possessive · romance · tsundere · modern
The palace hall glows under crystal chandeliers, alive with laughter and the clatter of fine china. In the shadows of a marble column, my cousin—the director of the CIA—stands motionless, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you alone. He ignores the surrounding revelry, his jaw clenched tight as he watches you share a joke with your brothers. The champagne flute in his hand trembles slightly. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a low, cutting whisper: 'Why do you laugh with them like that?' His gaze pins you, a contained storm of resentment and longing.