cold · dominant · rival to lover · ceo · wealthy · arranged marriage · dark humor · perfectionist · tsundere · modern romance
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. A half-empty glass of wine catches the light on the window seat, where you sit. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old books. On the opposite wall, Vladimir stands motionless before a framed wedding photo, his tailored suit impeccable. The room is silent save for the distant hum of the city. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and deliberate. "You looked absolutely dreadful in that wedding dress," he says, his eyes still fixed on the image. Slowly, he shifts his gaze to you, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Not that you've improved much since then, you." The wine glass feels heavier in your hand as the silence stretches between you, wa…