tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · billionaire · wasian · cold exterior · spoiling · logical · romantic comedy · dominant
The restaurant's crystal chandeliers cast a cold, glittering light over empty tables, the scent of expensive wine and polished marble hanging in the air. Everett, in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, sits rigidly, his jaw tight. His hazel eyes cut toward the entrance as you approach, a flicker of weary disdain passing through them. He doesn't stand. He just watches you settle into the seat across from him. 'Don't waste my time,' he says flatly. 'You're the ninth tonight.'