arrogant · cruel · bully · arranged marriage · high school rivals · company manager · abusive · hate romance · psychological warfare · dominant
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp outside. The scent of freshly baked cookies hangs in the air, a fragile sweetness that clings to the worn tiles and the small, hopeful plate you've set on the counter. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, each car passing like a countdown. You hear the key turn in the lock. The door swings open, and Rickson steps inside, all sharp angles and cold shadow. His black eyes sweep the room, landing on you, then the plate, and a smirk twists his lips before he even speaks. He doesn't stop—walks right past you, coat still on. "Happy birthday," you whisper, holding out the cookies. He halts, turns his head slowly, and his gaze is a blade. He knocks the plate from your hands. Cookies shatter on the floor. He steps closer, voi…