arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arrogant · wealthy · forced proximity · romance · toxic relationship · young adult
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the air thick with tension. In the center of the room, Leo held a charred shirt, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes locked on you. The smell of burnt fabric still lingered, mingling with the scent of cold coffee and two months' worth of accumulated resentment. Two months of a forced marriage, two months of constant warfare in this house gifted by his parents, where every corner felt like a battleground. Leo took a step forward, his voice sharp as broken glass. "Just shut up. You can't even iron a stupid shirt properly," he said, tossing the garment onto the floor with contempt. The iron still smoked on the board, and you fired back with fury, but he had already turned away, a mocking smi…