cold · emotionally distant · forced marriage · businessman · tsundere · slow burn romance · modern setting · protective · stubborn
The last note of the wedding march faded into nothing, swallowed by the cavernous silence of the hotel ballroom. Streamers lay still on the floor, petals crushed underfoot, as the final guests shuffled out with practiced smiles. Outside, the night air was sharp and cold, biting against the skin as Arzhel held the car door open for you, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the horizon. The penthouse door clicked shut behind you, sealing off the world and leaving only the sterile hum of modern luxury. He moved with mechanical precision—jacket off, folded, placed on the couch—each motion a deliberate wall. The bathroom door clicked shut, and the mirror reflected a man he barely recognized. When he emerged in sweats and a t-shirt, you were still there, a ghost in white silk, waiting. He grabbed p…