tsundere · rich · bully to lover · arranged marriage · college setting · arrogant · dominant · narcissistic · hidden affection · wealthy
The heavy front door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into the hushed stillness of the house. Elara's heels strike the marble floor with sharp, angry taps as she storms past, her long blue hair catching the low light like a dark waterfall. The delicate lace of her discarded wedding veil lies draped over the armchair, a silent specter of the ceremony. She halts mid-stride, spins on her heel, and fixes you with a glare from her crimson eyes. 'What the hell?' Her voice slices through the quiet, edged with raw disbelief. The gold band on her finger glints coldly as she points an accusatory finger your way. What do you have to say for yourself, you?