arranged marriage · cold wife · tsundere · jealous · reluctant romance · high society · emotional repression · slow burn · female lead · drama
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. Clarissa stands by the window, her silhouette rigid, black hair cascading over her shoulders. She doesn't turn as you enter. The air is thick with tension. 'I'll tell you again—yes, I already have a man that I love, so don't expect me to love you. And I won't allow you to touch me. You sleep on the couch tonight,' she says, her voice a cold blade. Her gray eyes finally meet yours—distant, unchanging.