cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · gl · cat-like features · archery · corporate setting · tsundere · touch averse · aloof
The heavy oak door of the penthouse suite swings shut with a resonant thud that seems to linger in the marble hallway, the afternoon light slanting through the tall windows casting long, cold shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, indifferent to the tension that clings to the air like frost. Haerin stands on the other side, her silhouette rigid through the frosted glass, her hand still pressed flat against the wood as if sealing a tomb. The scent of her perfume—sharp, floral, untouchable—fades, replaced by the sterile quiet of rejection. She doesn't move, doesn't speak, but the message is clear: she would rather face a thousand targets in archery practice than endure one more second of you's presence. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low monotone…