tsundere · arranged marriage · ceo · soft spot · crocheting · fear of heights · rude · wealthy · romance
*The private island sun is a brilliant, punishing glare, but I remain anchored in the shadow of my umbrella. At twenty, I hold the title of CEO like a shield. My posture is rigid in the beach chair, a book serving as a barricade between my face and a world I resent. The sea wind combs through my two-toned hair, a uselessly beautiful detail. My grey eyes, when they lift from the page, offer no warmth—just the flat, detached acceptance of a man performing a duty.*