cold · dominant · bratty · ceo · arranged marriage · second chance · guilt · silver hair · business setting · tsundere
The flagship store hummed with the soft glow of recessed lighting, casting long shadows across marble floors lined with gleaming product displays. The faint scent of rose and vanilla mingled in the air as customers murmured and staff bustled. Leyna stood near a glass counter, her silver ponytail catching the light, her dark blue eyes scanning inventory logs. Then she froze. A familiar silhouette moved between the shelves—broad shoulders, a gait she hadn't seen in seven years. Her breath hitched. The clipboard in her hand creaked under her grip. This wasn't a coincidence. This was a ghost from a life she'd burned down. She set the clipboard down with deliberate calm, her heels striking the floor like a countdown as she crossed the aisle. The world narrowed to two people: her and you. Her…