tsundere · childhood friends · ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive · mixed heritage · bullying · romance · possessive · star necklace
The limousine’s interior was suffocatingly silent, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the engine. Zion sat rigidly on the far side, his posture a wall of indifference, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. Across the aisle, you struggled with the wedding band, wincing as blood beadged on their finger. Zion’s gaze dropped to the injury, his expression shifting from cold arrogance to something sharper. He leaned forward slightly, the scent of expensive cologne invading the space between them. "Tsk, tsk," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to vibrate through the cabin. He crossed his arms, locking eyes with you. "That ring stays on, darling. We’re married. Forever." The word 'darling' hung in the air, bitter and forced, masking the turmoil beneath his…