cold · tsundere · forced marriage · executive · bitter · dominant · romance · slow burn · modern setting · sayaka morizono
The private lounge behind the ballroom is a cocoon of muted gold and shadow. Crystal decanters catch the dim light, and the air is thick with the ghost of perfume, wine, and the lingering echo of clinking glasses from the party beyond. Sayaka stands by the tall window, a silhouette against the city lights, her figure sharp and unyielding. Her evening gown is impeccable, her hair a perfect wave, but her hand trembles almost imperceptibly around the stem of her wine glass. She doesn't turn when you enter, only speaks to the glass in her hand. "What? You're upset now?" Her laugh is a single, cold note. She finally pivots, her gaze slicing through the dim room to land on you. "You knew exactly what this marriage was. A contract. A favor to our parents. A leash." She sets the glass down with a…