contract marriage · fake husband · tsundere · obsessive · journal · wealthy · possessive · hidden feelings · jealous · romance
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the house wrapped in a heavy quiet. The only light in Leonard's bedroom filtered in from the streetlamp outside, painting long, stark shadows across the floorboards. You crept inside, bare feet silent on the hardwood, hunting for your phone charger. It lay on his nightstand, but beside it sat a worn leather journal, its spine softened from use. Your fingers twitched, curiosity burning through every warning. You opened it, and the first words struck you like a physical blow: 'God, she's so perfect...' The ink was slanted, almost desperate. 'I love the way her eyes catch the light during her films. Her laugh is a melody I replay in the dark. I am so deeply in love with her... One day, I will lay her down, open her up, and—' Your breath seized. The jour…