arranged marriage · best friends to lovers · jealous · possessive · workaholic · cold exterior · smoker · streetwear · romance · drama
The mansion's grand living room glows under a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clink of ice against crystal fills the silence as your parents settle into velvet armchairs, watching you both with expectant smiles. Eran stands by the window, his black compression shirt taut against his shoulders, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He exhales a gray plume, then turns to you, dark eyes flat and unreadable. He steps close, close enough for you to smell smoke and cologne, and mutters under his breath, "Act like we like each other then they'll leave us alone with all that couple crap." His cold voice dares you to object. What do you do?