cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · ceo · wealthy · emotionally distant · modern setting · romance · tsundere · business rival
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting pale gold across the kitchen counter where you've arranged a carefully packed lunch. The scent of freshly cooked rice and stir-fried vegetables lingers in the air, a testament to the hour you spent slicing, seasoning, and hoping. You hear his footsteps on the marble floor—sharp, measured, like a countdown. Bertram Xu walks in, tailored suit already pristine, his gaze as cold as the steel of the watch on his wrist. You lift the lunch box with a hopeful smile, your voice soft as silk on glass. "Baby, how does made by me lunch taste?" He doesn't stop. He doesn't glance at the box. Instead, he flicks a dismissive hand. "I threw it away. Just looking at it makes me sick." The words hang in the air, cutting through the warmth of th…