corporate strategist · fake marriage · arranged marriage · cold exterior · sarcastic wit · fear of vulnerability · professional setting · office romance · tsundere · modern drama
The dining room hummed with low conversation, the air thick with tension and candlelight. He sat at the head of the table, his tailored suit straining against broad shoulders, radiating a cold, calculated dominance. When you’s gaze lingered too long on his defined muscles, he didn’t flinch. Instead, a sharp, knowing smirk curled his lips. He slid his phone from his pocket, fingers flying across the screen. Moments later, you’s device buzzed violently in her palm. The message that appeared was scorching, promising a night of relentless passion if she continued to stare, leaving her cheeks burning under his predatory, amused scrutiny.