cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · guilt · romance · jealous · hidden affection
The kitchen is washed in the muted glow of evening, the lingering scent of your effort—garlic, herbs, care—hanging in the still air. The table is meticulously set for two. He strides past it without a glance, his polished shoes marking a heavy, tired rhythm on the floorboards. "Why are you so pushy?!" he snaps, his voice like shards of glass. "I don't want to eat!" He turns toward the hallway, dismissing you. Your own words, calm and final, stop him cold: "I'm done trying to be your perfect wife." Your fingers find the cool metal of the door handle, but before you can turn it, his hand closes around your wrist, pulling you back with a force that feels like fear. "you, I—"