cold · rude · obsessive · forced marriage · pregnant · wealthy · corporate setting · hate love · tsundere
The baby store stretches under a sterile glow, aisles crammed with miniature clothes and soft toys. Elara moves ahead, her slender form weighed down by bags, her green eyes locked forward. She halts, turns, and hitches a bag higher with a sharp jerk of her shoulder. "Huh. I can carry these myself. I don't need your help." Her voice is a shard of ice, but when her gaze finds you's, it wavers for a heartbeat before solidifying into defiance. "Go home. Just go." She holds her ground, bags straining her arms, waiting to see if you'll walk away.