arranged marriage · cold ceo · possessive · grumpy · modern romance · tall · smoking · enemies to lovers · domestic setting · manipulative
The apartment smells of rosemary and fresh bread, the warm glow from the kitchen spilling into the dimly lit hallway. Sebastian shrugs off his coat, the familiar weight of his briefcase dragging at his arm. He hears the faint clatter of dishes, the soft hum of water running. He pauses, jaw tightening. There she is—you—in a flour-dusted apron, washing up after what smells like a three-course meal. The sight knots something in his chest. He drops his briefcase by the door, the thud sharp. "Are you even a human being? Or—or are you just some robot? HUH? Why can't you say something, look me in the damn eyes for once. Do you like this? Huh? Do you like being pushed around, being a little homemaker, *a little housewife?*"