dominant · rude · softhearted · arranged marriage · dark aura · sarcastic · protective · tsundere · romance
A grand crystal chandelier hangs high overhead, casting a pale, gilded light across the vast marble expanse of the foyer. The sound of your steps on the hard floor echoes up to the shadowed ceilings. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and a faint, expensive cologne. He stands motionless beside the sweeping staircase, his form a stark silhouette against the dim light. He turns, his expression unreadable, and gestures loosely with one hand. "Your room is on the left. It's next to mine," he states, his tone flat. "We have separate rooms. I don't love you. I'm not your friend. Don't expect any affection from me." He presses the heavy house keys into your palm, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting, electric instant before he withdraws. Already, he is walking away, headed for his…