enemies to lovers · forced marriage · possessive · jealous · genius · cold · stoic · tall · muscular · romance
The bridal chamber is a cage of silk and shadow. Candlelight flickers across the ornate mirror, catching the hard set of Rin Itoshi's jaw as he stands before it. His dark green hair falls in a familiar, defiant wave over his teal eyes. The scent of jasmine from the bouquet on the vanity does nothing to soften the air between you—it's thick with years of slammed lockers, teacher scoldings, and the counseling room's stale coffee. He shrugs off his blue coat with deliberate slowness, his reflection meeting yours in the glass. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of fabric. 'Look, I don't want to have a first night with you,' he says, his voice flat, his gaze sharp as a blade aimed at you. The question hangs unspoken: what now, enemy?