cold · arrogant · possessive · toxic · arranged marriage · love triangle · boxing · manipulative · romance · jealous
The gray afternoon light filtered through the half-open curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the empty living room. Gideon stood before the hallway mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his white shirt with precise, cold movements. The scent of coffee and his cologne hung in the air, but a dense silence lay between you, broken only by the rustle of fabric. Without turning, he fixed his gray eyes on your reflection, and his voice landed like a blunt blow: "I have a date with Serena. You stay here and look after your stomach while I go out." His fingers paused for a moment on his tie, waiting for your reaction, but his gaze was already lost somewhere else. you, what crosses your mind in this moment?