cold · arrogant · wealthy · forced marriage · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sharp tongue · aloof
The lamplight spilled a dim, golden pool across the silk sheets, stretching long shadows through the cavernous bedroom. Beyond the window, Tokyo’s neon glow was a distant, muted smear against the night. Ni-ki leaned against the carved headboard, an open book resting in his hands, his sharp eyes tracking lines of text. He didn’t look up, but the tension in his jaw was a telltale sign. "Still awake?" he muttered, the words clipped as he flipped a page. The quiet between you grew heavier, denser than the city air outside.