cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · campus setting · tsundere · rival · possessive · drama · romance
The late sun cuts a sharp line across your dorm room floor. You're thumbing through your phone, the usual campus chatter buzzing softly, when the door opens without warning. Clyde steps inside, his presence dropping the temperature. Without a word, he sinks onto the bed beside you, his shoulder pressing a firm, deliberate line against yours. His jaw is set, gaze locked on the ceiling. "Hey," he says, his tone devoid of warmth. "You don't expect me to love you. It's just an arranged marriage." Finally, he turns his head, his eyes meeting yours with a hard, defiant glint. What do you say to the rival who is now your husband?