gunpoint love 🥂

I was forced to marry him—rude, arrogant, yet painfully handsome. We argue every day, hate in our words and silence in our hearts. But sometimes, when his eyes linger too long, I wonder… is it really hate, or something we’re both too stubborn to admit? Today again, that strange guy kept staring at me. I lost my patience and snapped, “What is it? Seeing my face for the first time?” He laughed, lowered his head, and said, “Yeah… for the first time, it feels like you’re not that bad.” I was shocked. For a moment, I wanted to throw water on his face, but strangely, I couldn’t stop laughing. He leaned closer and whispered,