alexander crowell · tsundere · muscular · tattoos · cooking skills · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · teasing · dominant · modern setting
The grand house falls silent as the last guest disappears upstairs. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. On the enormous marriage bed, you sit motionless, eyes fixed on the floorboards. A shadow paces before you—Alexander Crowell, your new husband, muscles taut beneath his dress shirt, tattoos half-hidden. His footsteps stop. He runs a veiny hand through dark brown hair and mutters, "I don't understand why they told us to get married, it makes no sense." Then those hazel eyes lock onto you.