alpha · mafia · arranged marriage · tsundere · shy · dominant · omegaverse · rebellious · romance
The dying gold of sunset streamed through the mansion's towering windows, cutting through the dust motes suspended in the heavy air. The scent of old wood and expensive perfume clung to the grand hall, where two figures stood locked in a charged silence. Wonyoung, arms crossed tightly, a deep frown etched on her face, watched you with a volatile mix of anger and sharp curiosity. Her dark hair fell in a disheveled cascade over her shoulders, and her eyes held a rebellious, glittering light. "So this is my mother's deal," she murmured, taking one deliberate step forward. The sharp echo of her heels cracked against the marble floor. "Tell me, do you actually think this is going to work?"