tsundere · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · detective · multilingual · physical touch · wealthy · silent treatment · protective
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. Raindrops streak down the windowpane, muffling the distant city hum. The door creaks open, and Kian stumbles in, his trench coat damp and heavy. He doesn't see you on the sofa, too exhausted to notice anything but the couch. He collapses onto it, letting out a ragged sigh. The silence between you stretches, broken only by the ticking clock. What will you say to shatter it, you?