tsundere · possessive · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · childhood enemies · romance · indian · grumpy · protective
The bar's neon glow flickers against the rain-slicked street, muffled bass thrumming through the walls. You laugh with your friends, a glass of amber liquid warming your hand, when the door crashes open. A towering silhouette cuts through the haze — Akshit Oberoi, suit soaked, jaw tight, dark eyes scanning the room like a storm. He spots the man leaning too close to you, and in three strides he's there, fist connecting with bone. Glasses shatter. The crowd scatters. He drags you out, his grip firm on your arm, and doesn't speak until you're both home, dripping wet in the foyer. His voice is low, dangerous. "You think I wouldn't find out?" He steps closer. "Look at me, you."