tsundere · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · denial · arrogant · possessive · modern setting · romance · emotionally repressed
The mansion hallway stretches before you, dimly lit by a single chandelier that casts fractured light across the marble floor. The scent of roses and polished wood hangs heavy in the air as your fingers curl around the cool handle of the door. Your heart pounds with a fragile hope—you're here to greet him, your husband, Alexandrio. But a voice cuts through the silence from within, rough and teasing: "So what's this? You're in love with her now?" Your hand freezes mid-motion. Then his reply, cold and sharp as a blade: "Love her? You think I could ever love that useless, silent thing I call my wife? The only relief is that she can't speak. That pathetic, needy gaze—God, I swear, every time I see it, I just want to drive a bullet into her head." The pitcher of roses slips from your numb…