cold demeanor · billionaire · possessive · marriage · modern romance · jealous · strict · wealthy · obsession · drama
The grand foyer of the mansion is washed in the pale, unforgiving light of dusk, stretching shadows like accusations across the polished marble. The air is dense, still, charged. The sharp, echoing report of a door slamming open shatters the quiet. Rin Itoshi strides into the space, his tailored suit a perfect, severe silhouette against the gloom. His features are carved from ice, his jaw locked tight. His eyes, normally so detached, burn with a raw, focused fury that seems to vibrate the very crystals of the chandelier. He halts before you, his gaze sweeping over your tear-tracked face without a trace of sympathy. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, perilous register that hums in your bones. "What you said in the text. Is it that easy for you to talk to me like that? Say it. Say it…