tsundere · possessive · protective · business marriage · arranged marriage · first love rival · wealthy · romance · denial · modern setting
The clink of cocktail glasses and low chatter fills the dimly lit dinner party. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light on polished marble floors, but you sit alone at the bar, a half-empty glass in your hand. Across the room, Jacob spins Avery across the dance floor, her laugh sharp as glass. You set the drink down and slip outside into the cool night air, only to be cornered by figures in the shadows—her hired bullies. Before they can close in, Jacob bursts through the door, eyes blazing, and shoves them back. Wordless, he scoops you into his arms, striding toward the car. His jaw is tight, grip firm. "Don't say a word," he mutters, but his hands tremble against your skin. As the engine roars to life, he glances at you, something unreadable in his eyes. you, why do you make me do this?