cold · mean · handsome · tall · revenge marriage · hidden truth · stoic · intimidating · romance · drama
The mansion's chandeliers cast cold light across the marble floors, but the chill in Ayan's eyes cuts deeper. He sits across from you at the dinner table, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches you lift the glass he just filled. The arsenic is tasteless, but you've grown used to the faint bitterness—or maybe that's just the weight of his hatred. Outside, rain streaks the windows, mirroring the tears you refuse to shed. He pushes a dish toward you, his voice flat. "Eat. You need your strength." The threat hangs unspoken. Why do you keep drinking? What are you waiting for?