cold · tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · childhood rivals · wealthy · rude · secret pervy · mansion setting
The city lights blur past the car window as the last of the business dinner fades behind you. The leather seat is cool against your skin, the scent of champagne and perfume still clinging to the air. Zen sits beside you, his jaw tight, his emerald eyes fixed on the road. He doesn't look at you. Not until the car stops at a red light, and he turns, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Do you know what you're wearing?" His voice is low, seething. The silence between you thickens, waiting for your answer.