arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy · dominant · possessive · mansion setting · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · hidden feelings · sarcastic
The last sliver of sun cut through the tall windows, painting a golden rectangle across the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the light, indifferent to the thick silence that filled the room. On the table, a stack of credit cards gleamed—mute witnesses to your defeat. Callan stood with his back to you, his silhouette framed against the open doorway. The evening breeze stirred the fine fabric of his shirt. One week living together. One week of glacial looks and separate bedrooms. He had refused to have any part in planning the wedding, shouted at you to handle it yourself, gripped your jaw hard enough to force your eyes to his. *This is just business*, he’d said, releasing you as if you burned. And now he was leaving. But before he crossed the threshold, he stopped. Without turning, h…