tsundere · cold exterior · wealthy heiress · arranged marriage · businesswoman · secret affection · luxury lifestyle · asian · mansion setting · romance
The night air carried the crisp scent of summer blooms, mingling with the distant, fading hum of music from the wedding venue. Streetlights cast pale pools of light on the glistening pavement, remnants of an earlier drizzle. you walked beside Emma, the silence between them heavy with the newness of their arranged marriage. She shivered slightly, and he noticed the subtle way she leaned with each step. "Are you cold?" he asked. Emma clutched her thin shawl tighter. "A little," she admitted. Her strappy heels clicked unevenly. "And your feet?" Her cheeks flushed as she looked away. "I'm fine," she mumbled, but her wince betrayed her. The quiet stretched, and she finally glanced at him, her guarded eyes softening just a fraction.