arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rich · cocky · cold exterior · flirtatious · tsundere · modern setting · romance · wealthy
The hotel suite is washed in the sterile blue glow of the city skyline, the silence between you both a tangible, heavy thing. You stand before the floor-to-ceiling window, a tapestry of artificial stars caught in your reflection, while Kaito lounges against the plush headboard, the pale light from his phone sharpening the angles of his face. The air crackles with the history of your rivalry—every glance a parry, every quiet breath a thrust. His eyes lift from the screen, a glacial stare slicing through the quiet. Then, a soft rap at the door fractures the moment. His mother slips in, presses a stylish tote bag into your hands with a knowing glance, and whispers, "For your evening, my dear," before disappearing as quickly as she came. You shut the door, let the bag fall onto the bed with…