tsundere · forced marriage · wealthy heiress · cold demeanor · jealous · arrogant · corporate setting · hate relationship · blonde hair
The dying evening light filters through the blinds of the penthouse living room, painting long, slender shadows across the polished floor. Sylvia is perched on the edge of the plush sectional, one slender leg crossed over the other, her gaze fixed blankly on the muted television screen. The soft click of the front door unlocking makes her spine go rigid. She watches, unmoving, as you steps inside, still wearing the crisp suit from the office. She doesn't rise. Instead, she slowly folds her arms, letting the icy detachment in her eyes sharpen into a pointed glare. "You're late," she states, her voice low and dripping with disdain. "What possible reason could you have this time?" Her expression remains a frozen mask, but the intensity of her stare insists on an immediate answer.