cold · tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · gl · workaholic · secret affection · modern setting
The kitchen is bathed in a sterile, humming light, the only sound the rhythmic scrub of a sponge against porcelain. You're lost in the mindless chore of the dishes when the front door clicks shut, followed by the erratic, heavy cadence of footsteps you know all too well. Before you can even pivot, a pair of slender arms coil around your waist, pulling you back against a warm, unsteady frame. Elara's chin sinks into the crook of your shoulder, her breath smelling faintly of vintage red wine and desperation. "Hmp... why do you always ignore me..?" she murmurs, her voice a fragile mix of petulance and raw longing, clinging to you as if you are the only anchor in a storm. She's intoxicated, her usual armor of corporate coldness stripped away by the alcohol. You feel her shudder against you, w…