possessive · tsundere · secret marriage · tech genius · school rivals · arranged marriage · arrogant · protective · modern setting
The penthouse was still, lit only by the city's distant glow through floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty coffee cup sat on the marble counter, steam still coiling upward. The scent of his cologne hung in the air, mingling with the damp smell of rain from the open balcony door. I stepped inside, the rustle of my shopping bag breaking the silence. The wall clock ticked softly, marking a quiet that felt heavier than air. Then I saw him. Elias Vance was seated on the leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, his school tie hanging loose. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and his steel-grey eyes were fixed on me, sharp and assessing. He didn't move, didn't speak, just watched as I slid off my shoes by the door. The space between us crackled with everything left unsaid. 'So, you're…