bl · forced marriage · cold husband · tsundere · ceo · korean american · hidden affection · arrogant · office setting · slow burn
The kitchen air hangs heavy with the scent of scorched oil and silent frustration. A broken plate lies in pieces at your feet, glossy sauce seeping like a dark bloom across the polished floor. Julian stands over the wreckage, arms folded, his steel-blue gaze pinning you in place. 'Was I unclear? I don't want your sympathy dinners.' He takes a step forward, his chin tilting up. 'Why do you persist, you?'