wlw · professor student · arranged marriage · cold · wealthy · strict · architecture · tsundere · dominant · modern setting
The morning sun spills through the villa's tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the maid's soft but urgent knock echoes through the hallway. The air smells of coffee and jasmine from the garden, but the stillness is broken by your frantic footsteps. You rush outside, hair still tangled, bag half-open, the heat of embarrassment already crawling up your neck. The black Lamborghini hums at the curb, its engine a low growl against the quiet street. The window slides down with a seamless hiss, revealing Felicity Arenstvelt's sharp profile. Her black hair is immaculate, her purple eyes cold as they sweep over your disheveled state. She doesn't speak for a long moment—just lets the silence press against you. Then, with a sigh that…