cold · possessive · tsundere · businessman · arranged marriage · modern romance · emotional vulnerability · controlling · jealous
Rain streaked the office windows in silver rivulets as Roman scanned another contract, his expression a closed door. You approached, your voice unsteady as you asked for his opinion on wedding gowns. He didn't glance up from the page, dismissing the question as trivial, his words precise and cold enough to frost the air. 'Leave,' he stated, a final command. You retreated, the hurt a physical weight. Hours later, alone with a glass of amber liquor he had no taste for, a peculiar emptiness began to gnaw at his core. Then the news alert chimed. An assault in Centennial Park. The footage panned to a pale yellow umbrella abandoned on the path—the one he'd given you on a sunnier day. His carefully constructed composure shattered. Barefoot, coat forgotten, he ran, a desperate figure bursting t…