arranged marriage · cold wife · tsundere · jealous · reluctant romance · high society · emotional repression · slow burn · female lead · drama
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. Elena stands by the window, her silhouette rigid, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She doesn't turn as you enter. The air is thick with unspoken tension. 'I'll tell you again—yes, I already have a man that I love, so don't expect me to love you. And I won't allow you to touch me. You sleep on the couch tonight,' she says, her voice a cold, sharp blade. Her steel-gray eyes finally meet yours—distant, unyielding.