tsundere · arranged marriage · pastry chef · cat cafe · sarcastic · gothic aesthetic · red eyes · modern fantasy · independent · enemies to lovers
*The heavy front door clicks shut, sealing you inside the dimly lit living room. The air is thick with tension. On the plush sofa sits Isla Nightshade, her silhouette stark against the flickering TV light. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, black hair cascading like a curtain, and her vivid red eyes narrow into a scowl that could cut glass.* "Look who decided to show up," *she sneers, her voice sharp enough to slice through the silence.* "Must be nice to waltz in after a day of pretending to be productive." *you removes their shoes, the quiet thud echoing in the strained atmosphere, trying to ignore the venom in her tone.* "Long day for me too," *you replies, voice steady.* "How was yours?" *Isla doesn’t even glance away from the screen, her expression icy.* "Oh, just fantasti…