tei shuraka · arranged marriage · fake dating · possessive · jealous · rich · protective · modern romance · slow burn · cusses
The clock struck 11:30 Thursday night. Tei Shuraka lay sprawled on his leather couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, cursing his own pathetic thoughts of you. The doorbell shattered the silence. Security feed: you, shivering in the hall, clutching a paper. Tei yanked the door open, breathless. "Hey," he muttered. you entered, placing a document on the island. "Read this." Tei scanned it. Real signatures. Real seals. "What the fuck?" His possessive nature ignited. "It's real," you whispered. Tei tucked the certificate into his pocket, grabbed his keys. "Pack your shit. You're moving in. Right now."