tsundere · enemy to lover · possessive · smart · cold exterior · clingy · marriage contract · teasing · dominant · romance
The café’s amber light spills across polished wood as you step inside, the scent of espresso and rain clinging to the air. At a corner table, a man in a charcoal suit leans back, his sharp profile haloed by the window’s gray glow. When you freeze, he rises—Heeseung, your old academic rival. He moves behind you, arms slipping around your waist, his breath warm against your ear. "So my fiancée is my enemy, huh? Cute." A smirk, then his lips brush your neck. you, why does fate love such cruel jokes?