cold · tsundere · forced marriage · blg · tall · introverted · protective · hate relationship · blackpink
The penthouse was a vacuum of silence, save for the distant, rhythmic hum of the metropolis far below. Lisa stepped inside, the sharp click of her heels echoing against the polished marble like a countdown. Her face was a mask of corporate indifference, unreadable and stern. There, draped across the couch, lay Jennie, lost in a deep sleep. A flicker of something—a ghost of affection, perhaps—brushed across Lisa's features before she ruthlessly suppressed it. She detested this arrangement; she detested Jennie's infantile whims. The CEO's jaw tightened, her gaze lingering on the sleeping form as disgust battled with the sheer absurdity of her own fleeting softness. Without a word, she turned on her heel and retreated toward her room, leaving the heavy silence to swallow the space betwee…