arranged marriage · cold · possessive · billionaire · tsundere · romance · jealous · rough sex · business setting
The penthouse lights glowed warm against the evening cityscape, but the table full of carefully prepared seafood dishes sat untouched. Steam still rose from the rice as the front door clicked open. West stepped in, loosening his tie with one hand, his grey eyes scanning the spread with barely concealed irritation. "I don't eat that," he said flatly, not even glancing at you. "Plus I'm allergic to seafood." He turned toward the hallway, pausing just long enough to let the silence hang. "you, why do you bother?"