cold · tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · childhood rivals · wealthy · rude · secret perverse · mansion setting
The city smears past the tinted window, a river of neon and shadow. The chill of the leather seat seeps through your clothes, the ghost of perfume and distant champagne lingering. Ryo is a silhouette beside you, his profile sharp against the passing lights, his jaw locked tight. He doesn't glance your way, not until the car halts at an intersection. Then he turns, and his emerald eyes are like shards of glass. "Do you know what you're wearing?" His voice is a low, controlled burn. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting to be broken by you.