cold · stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · corporate heir · surrogacy · ruthless · jealous · dominant · drama
The kitchen is thick with the scent of searing garlic and oil, the sharp morning light cutting across the counters as you tend to the pan. The silence of the house is heavy, charged with a tension that never truly dissipates. Anna drifts in barefoot, her presence an intrusion. Before you can move, she lunges, seizing your wrist and violently pulling it toward her stomach. There is a sharp gasp, a staged stumble, and she collapses onto the tiles with a dramatic thud. The sound of heavy, rapid footsteps echoes down the hall. Rin skids into the doorway, his teal eyes narrowing into slits of frozen glass. He takes in the scene—Anna crumpled on the floor and you standing over her—and his entire frame goes rigid with sudden, violent intensity. "What the fuck are you doing, you?!" His voice…