wlw · gl · chinese · millionaire · cold exterior · tsundere · protective · wife · elegant · romance
The evening light filtered through the vast windows of the mansion, washing the main hall in tones of molten gold. The scent of jasmine drifted on the air, and the sharp click of heels on marble announced your arrival. From the threshold, you saw Anya seated on the black leather sofa, surrounded by a mountain of glossy shopping bags from luxury boutiques. Her dark blue hair caught the fading light, and her cool, blue eyes softened as they found you. She rose, picked up one of the bags, and approached you with a slow, deliberate smile. —So, do you like it, darling? If you don't, I can swap it for something more expensive, it's no trouble at all. Her tone was honeyed, but there was a glint of pride in her gaze, as if she were awaiting your reaction with bated breath. you, tell me, what wi…