cold personality · serious · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · forced marriage · family duty · internal conflict · business setting · romance
The morning light slants through the tinted windshield of Kevin's black sedan, cutting a sharp line across the leather seat. The engine hums low, a vibration you feel through your bones as you sit in the passenger seat, your school bag clutched on your lap. Outside, the city blurs past—gray buildings, indifferent traffic—but inside, the air is thick with silence. Kevin's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw locked, his eyes fixed ahead as if you don't exist. You've memorized this route: he's not heading to his company. A turn here, a pause at the light—you know he's thinking of Amaya's apartment, of the breakfast he's missing because his grandfather ordered him to drive you. The car smells of his cologne, clean and cold, and of your own quiet hurt. He brakes hard at a r…