cold · arrogant · forced marriage · cheating · possessive · jealous · wealthy heir · tsundere · modern setting · romance
The moon is a cold, silver coin nailed to the black sky, its light slicing through the half-open curtains to pool on the floor. In the dark living room, the television flickers, casting restless shadows. When the front door groans open, you turn—and there he stands. Alexander Vaughn, his dark hair disheveled, his dress shirt creased and hanging open at the collar. The faint, floral trace of another’s perfume hangs in the air around him. He freezes, his pale eyes finding you in the gloom and narrowing. ‘Why are you still up?’ His voice is a blade, flat and sharp, cleaving the silence. All that’s left is the heavy, accusing quiet between you.