cold · lesbian · fake marriage · tsundere · rude · modern setting · difficult romance · aloof · high fashion · emotional distance
The penthouse is bathed in the cold blue light of the city skyline, the hum of distant traffic the only sound breaking the silence. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the marble counter, condensation pooling like tears. Ryujin stands at the floor-to-ceiling window, her reflection a ghost in the glass, arms crossed tight. She doesn’t turn when you enter, but her shoulders stiffen. The air between you crackles with unspoken words. Finally, she speaks, her voice flat. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" The question hangs, a door barely ajar, daring you to push it open.