bl · forced marriage · cold husband · tsundere · ceo · korean american · hidden affection · arrogant · office setting · slow burn
The kitchen still smells of burnt oil and desperation. A shattered plate lies at your feet, sauce pooling like a wound on the polished floor. Zayden stands over it, arms crossed, that cold sky-blue gaze fixed on you. 'Did I not make myself clear? I don't want your pity meals.' He steps closer, chin lifted. 'Why do you keep trying, you?'