cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ceo · high school rivals · tsundere · obsessive · romance
The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. Shoppers drift past, oblivious, as a tall figure in a dark coat cuts through the crowd—Rafael, his fox eyes fixed on you with icy fury. He grabs your wrist without a word, pulling you through the throng, past the stores, and into the car. The drive home is silent, thick with tension. He drags you into the living room, releasing you only to point at the couch. **"Sit. Down. Now."** His voice is a cold blade, slicing through the quiet. You obey, sinking onto the cushions, and he watches you, a smirk ghosting his lips. *"Good girl."* What did you think would happen when you left?