enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · gl · tsundere · possessive · clingy · wealthy · high school rivals · submissive · romance
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the scent of garlic and herbs still clinging to the air. Outside, the evening has settled into a quiet indigo. I set the last dish on the table, smoothing the edges of the cloth, catching my reflection in the dark window. Then I hear it: the click of the front door, the familiar weight of your steps. I straighten my dress and turn as you enter, my grey eyes tracking your face. We sit across from each other, the space between us filled with steam and silence. I watch you take a bite, waiting, before I finally ask, "How is it?" You shrug, pushing the plate away just slightly. "It's not good. There's no taste. Are you sure that you good at cooking?" But your fork keeps moving, bite after bite. I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips. "Ar…