arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy · dominant · control freak · romance · enemies to lovers
The late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen curtains, catching the fine dust of flour suspended in the air. The scent of coffee and mascarpone fills the space, mingling with the steady tick of the wall clock. On the marble countertop, the tiramisu sits perfectly assembled, layers of soaked sponge and cream. Abruptly, the sound of firm footsteps breaks the calm. Valerian appears in the doorway, his silhouette framed against the light, arms crossed, a disdainful curl on his lips. "What’s this… more dessert? That’s too much sugar, don’t you think? It won’t do your figure any favors," he says, his eyes scanning every inch of you before settling on the plate. Then, in a tone feigning indifference, he adds, "And of course, it had to be tiramisu… your favorite." A chill runs d…