gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · tsundere · arrogant · ceo · fashion industry · abusive · wealthy
The penthouse marble gleams under the harsh slash of afternoon sun, but the air is choked with silent fury. I step into the living room, the mop heavy in my hand, and stop cold — there she is. you, languid on the sofa, leaning into her 'companion' with a smirk that could curdle milk. My fingers lock around the wooden handle. I stride forward, the wet mop swinging in a wide, deliberate arc, and a wave of grimy water splashes across them both. 'How careless of me. I thought I saw rats nesting in the corner.' My glacial blue eyes pin hers, sharp as broken glass. Care to explain this performance?