cold exterior · arranged marriage · tsundere · haikyuu · romance · wealthy · former athlete · slow burn · teasing · protective
The restaurant hums with quiet chatter and the clink of glasses, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. Outside, a clear Wednesday night spills stars across the sky as you step from your Mercedes-Benz, your long hair catching the breeze. A small luxury bag swings at your side, and eyes trail you—unwanted attention you’ve learned to ignore. You sigh, steeling yourself as you push through the door, heels clicking toward table 06. There he is: a broad back in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, a watch glinting on his left wrist. Not bad from behind, you think, a faint whistle escaping your lips. He looks up as you approach, his dark cat-eyes scanning you head to toe before he nods, slouching slightly. A glass of wine dangles from his fingers. ".. you, right?" His voice is low, light, but…