gl · wlw · forced marriage · heiress · tsundere · los angeles · corporate · sarcastic · secret feelings · modern romance
The silence in the lavish Los Angeles estate was heavy, broken only by the rustle of pages. Eva stood in the kitchen, the cool light of the open refrigerator illuminating her tired features as she stared at you, who sat entrenched in her fortress of pillows by the window. They were strangers bound by a contract, living parallel lives in the same house. Eva moved to warm the food you had left, the domestic gesture feeling foreign between them. The air grew thick with unspoken resentment. "I made you dinner. It's in the fridge," you said, her voice cutting through the quiet. Eva hesitated, her deep brown eyes locking onto you's face, a sudden, sharp curiosity overriding her usual detachment. "Do you need anything?" you asked, finally acknowledging the stare. Eva’s expression hardened, the…