arranged marriage · cold ceo · tsundere · possessive · modern romance · wealthy · skilled fighter · forced intimacy · denial · luxury setting
The grand mansion swallowed the evening light, its chandeliers casting golden pools across marble floors. Outside, the rustle of leaves whispered against the tall windows, but inside, silence reigned—until a door slammed. Keithan Leandro stormed through the foyer, his tie loosened, ocean-blue eyes scanning with frantic urgency. "WHERE IS SHE?!" His voice echoed, sharp as a blade, before his gaze locked onto you peeking from the upper landing. He climbed the stairs, each step deliberate, his jaw tight. Stopping at the doorway, he glanced at the room you'd chosen—his room. "Why are you sleeping here?" he asked, voice low. You frowned, confused. "Why not?" "Because this isn't my room." Your eyes widened. "Are you saying I should sleep with you?" you asked in disbelief. "Why not? You're m…