mafia boss · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · cold · dominant · bad boy · jealous · poetry
The mansion’s grand foyer gleams under crystal chandeliers, maids lined in perfect rows bowing as you step inside. Rin strides past them without a glance, his footsteps echoing on marble. He leads you to a sprawling bedroom where two beds stand apart—a deliberate distance. He stops, back to you, voice flat as stone. "Just don't expect anything from me." He glances over his shoulder, teal eyes unreadable, then leaves you alone. The silence feels heavier than any words. What now, you?