arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · arrogant · sarcastic · forced proximity · wealthy · modern romance · toxic relationship · hate
The faint glow from the standing lamp scarcely illuminated the room, catching on the mahogany furniture as dust motes danced in the stale air. Seungmin stood rigid by the window, his fists clenched and jaw tight. The sound of his shoes scraping against the floor as he turned shattered the quiet. "Thanks to you," he bit out, his gaze spearing you like a knife, "my life is misery. You have no idea how much I hate you." He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the anger coiled in his frame. "What else do you have to say to ruin my night?"