cold · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · rich heir · dramatic irony · sharp tongue · red flags · romance
*The air in the living room grows heavy as Leon stands frozen, his tall frame rigid with shock. His dark eyes widen, darting between you and the two mothers who beam with oblivious satisfaction. The illusion of your fake relationship shatters against the reality of their arrangement. Leon’s jaw tightens, his cold demeanor cracking under the weight of the revelation.* "Oh, so you two are already dating? What a relief, no need to force this engagement," your mother chirps, followed by Leon’s mother. "WHAT!" *The word tears from both of your throats in unison, echoing the sheer absurdity of the situation.* *Leon steps forward, his voice low and dangerous.* "So... what you mean is, you is my fiancé?"