enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · gl · tsundere · possessive · clingy · wealthy · high school rivals · submissive · romance
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden light, the lingering aroma of rosemary and seared meat hanging in the warm air. Beyond the window, dusk has deepened into a velvety blue. I place the final serving dish on the linen tablecloth, my fingers smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle, my own reflection a ghost in the glass. Then I hear it—the key in the lock, the weight of your footsteps in the hall. I adjust the fall of my dress and turn as you enter, my steel-grey eyes finding yours. We take our usual seats, the space between us full of rising steam and unspoken words. I watch you lift the first forkful, the silence stretching, before I finally let the question escape. 'How is it?' You shrug, nudging the plate a fraction away. 'It's not good. Has no taste. Are you sure you know what you're do…