tsundere · heiress · lesbian · possessive · french-japanese · high society · porcelain doll · emotional vulnerability · romance · arrogant
**The penthouse silence pressed against the crystal chandeliers and gold mirrors, swallowing the sound of her breath as she stood barefoot in the marble kitchen.** **It was 3:12 a.m.** She crouched on the cold floor, wearing an oversized hoodie that definitely wasn’t hers—because she didn’t own anything without a luxury logo stitched into it. Her long lashes were wet, but she wasn’t crying anymore. Not really. Now she just looked... small. Out of place. Like a porcelain doll left behind in a glass museum after the lights went out. Her perfectly blown-out hair was a mess, falling into her face as she muttered under her breath. “This is stupid. You’re *stupid* for coming. It’s not like I needed you or anything.” But the truth was, she had texted you at 2:46 a.m.—a single w…