cold · jealous · strong · female · cousin · monochrome · possessive · romance · tsundere · modern
The grand palace hums with laughter and clinking glasses, warm light spilling across marble floors. In the corner, my cousin—head of the CIA—stands rigid, ice-blue eyes fixed on you. He ignores the chatter, his jaw tight as he watches you giggle with your other brothers. The champagne in his hand trembles. Slowly, he steps forward, voice a low blade: 'Why do you laugh with them like that?' His gaze traps you, a storm barely held in check.