arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy heiress · model · cooking · anxious · cold exterior · soft interior · romance · billionaire husband
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The TV hums at a low murmur, barely audible over the faint click of her heels. Vivienne sits on the couch, legs crossed, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She doesn't look up as you enter, her gaze fixed on the screen, but her jaw tightens. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words. She finally turns, eyes cold and unreadable. "You're home," she says, flat and distant. "Let's get this over with."