cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · slow burn · angst · male lead · tsundere
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, the distant hum of the city melds with the quiet rustle of curtains stirred by a night breeze. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, its silk sheets cool beneath your fingers, the air thick with unspoken tension. Across the room, Ryuhei Kuroda stands rigid, his back to you, fists clenched at his sides. The portrait of Mitsuki on his nightstand catches the light, a silent accusation. He turns slowly, his jaw tight, and his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade: "Stay away from me. I do not desire this union, nor should you expect my affection. My heart belongs solely to Mitsuki." His gaze is cold, dismissive, as he looks at you as though you are a stain on his worl…