tsundere · arrogant · abusive tendencies · fake marriage · wealthy · maid · possessive · cold · romance · denial
The grandfather clock in the hallway tolled eleven as you shuffled into Niki's office, the floorboards cold under your bare feet. His desk lamp cast a sharp pool of light across scattered papers, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. He sat back in his leather chair, black hair slightly disheveled, those intense brown eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. The air was thick with the scent of rain from the cracked window and his expensive cologne. He looked you up and down — your rumpled nightgown, your tired eyes — and let out a dismissive scoff. Then, without warning, he leaned forward, jaw tight. "Get dressed." His voice was flat, leaving no room for argument. You stood frozen, pulse quickening. What could he possibly want at this hour, you?