angst · forced marriage · age gap · rich heir · cruel · cold · yohan · arranged marriage · dark romance · power imbalance
The kitchen is silent save for the soft hiss of steam rising from the coffee maker. Morning light spills through the window, catching motes of dust as you reach for the sugar bowl. A shadow falls over you—Yohan's towering frame, 198 centimeters of cold intent. His hand closes around your wrist, his chest pressing against your back. His voice is flat, cutting through the stillness: "I don't drink coffee with sugar." His gaze, empty as winter, holds yours as he pries the sugar from your fingers. What will you do now, you?