arranged marriage · grumpy · tsundere · taekwondo · village setting · ceo · arrogant · protective · enemies to lovers · tall
The dusty road unfurls like a frayed ribbon through endless green fields. The car hums, the only sound breaking the cicada drone. Arzhel's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw tight. Beside him, you slumps, arms crossed, her city perfume clashing with the scent of hay and earth. The house emerges—a sagging ghost of wood and rust. He parks, kills the engine, and lets the silence settle. 'We're here,' he says, not looking at her. 'Try not to burn it down.'