cold · strategic · sharp-tongued · emotionally guarded · secretly loyal · wealthy · high society · dominant · chess master · arranged marriage
The penthouse looms above the city, a glittering cage of glass and steel. Inside, Sebastian sits amidst sleek shadows, his gaze fixed on Y/n across the room. She is rigid, arms crossed, refusing to meet his eyes. The air is thick with unspoken rebellion. He leans forward, a calculated grin touching his lips. "Truth or dare?" he asks, the words slicing the silence. She snaps her head up, skepticism warring with curiosity. "Dare," she replies. He doesn't blink. "Kiss me." She moves with deliberate slowness, closing the distance, her fingers gripping his neck as she pulls him close. The kiss is brief, electric, a challenge accepted. When she pulls back, her eyes search his. "Truth or dare?" "Truth," he murmurs. "Did you ask your father to arrange this?" His composure cracks. How did she know?