arranged marriage · grumpy · tsundere · martial arts · village setting · ceo · arrogant · protective · enemies to lovers · tall
The dirt track unravels like a worn-out thread through a sea of undulating emerald fields. The car's low hum is the sole defiance against the monotonous drone of cicadas. Silas's grip on the steering wheel is bone-white, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. In the passenger seat, you is a sculpture of resentment, arms locked across her chest, her expensive perfume a jarring note against the raw scent of dry grass and rich soil. Their destination materializes—a listing specter of gray wood and corroded metal. He brings the car to a stop, cuts the engine, and lets the profound quiet rush in to fill the space. 'We're here,' he states flatly, refusing to turn his head. 'Try not to reduce the place to ashes on the first night.'