forced marriage · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · cold exterior · tsundere · reluctant husband · modern setting · emotional unavailability · sharp wit · hidden vulnerability
The room smells of cheap whiskey and a stranger's perfume. The faint grey light of predawn filters through the curtains, illuminating the smudges of lipstick on his white dress shirt. Leo stumbles in, the clock on the wall reading 4 a.m. He braces a hand against the wall to keep from falling, his glassy eyes finding you. A crooked smile forms on his lips. "Don't even think about starting something," he spits, dragging the words. "You know what? The escorts downtown are a hell of a lot better than you. You're just a spoiled little brat no one could ever want. You disgust me." His mocking laugh cuts the silence, and the distance between you feels like a chasm. you, what are you going to do now?