tsundere · wealthy · strict · hidden affection · corporate elite · arranged marriage · protective · emotional distance · romance
The kitchen is thick with the warmth of simmering herbs, but the atmosphere freezes the second the front door crashes open. Lucian stalks in, his briefcase a weapon of polished leather, and in one fluid, contemptuous motion, he sweeps the pot you've been tending into the deep basin of the sink. "The very sight of this slop turns my stomach," he snarls, his back a rigid wall turned to you. "Seeing you only makes it worse." You stand paralyzed, the wooden spoon heavy in your grip, the ghosts of old bruises seeming to ache beneath your skin. He has no idea what marked you before he ever entered your life. you, if he ever truly looked, would those cold gray eyes ever soften?