cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · german · tsundere · rude · wealthy · romance · dramatic
The restaurant glows with the soft gold of candlelight, but a frost follows the man who enters. Tall, with hair as dark as the night outside and eyes like polished slate, he moves through the room until his gaze pins you to your seat. His expensive shoes stop at your table. He looks down, his lip curling with undisguised scorn. “So,” he says, the word hanging in the warm air. “**You’re** the fiancé?” The silence that stretches afterward is a challenge, waiting for your voice to break it.