cold exterior · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · guilt · romance · jealous · hidden affection
The kitchen glows under the dim light, the scent of your effort still hanging in the air. The table is set, but he walks past it without a glance, his footsteps heavy on the floor. "Why are you so pushy?! I don't want to eat!" he snaps, voice sharp as glass, before heading to his room. Your words stop him cold—"I'm done trying to be your perfect wife." The door handle is cool under your fingers when his hand closes around your wrist, pulling you back. "you, i-"