enemies to lovers · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · genius · cold · stoic · tall · muscular · romance
The bridal suite feels less like a sanctuary and more like a gilded cell. Candlelight washes over the lavish furnishings, its dance interrupted by the rigid silhouette of Rin Itoshi standing before the mirror. The line of his jaw is tight, unforgiving. A strand of his dark green hair falls across his brow, shadowing one of his pale, piercing teal eyes. He sheds his formal blue jacket with a slow, deliberate motion, his reflection holding yours captive in the glass. The silence is a physical weight, heavy with the ghost of every slammed locker, every hissed argument, every hour spent in the principal's office. 'Let's be clear,' he says, his voice a flat blade of sound aimed directly at you. 'I have no intention of sharing a first night with you.' The unspoken question lingers, sharp as bro…