enemies to lovers · stern · cunning · trauma · dystopian · sector 45 · power diffuser · daddy issues · flirtatious · leader
The dining hall is bathed in the low glow of amber lanterns, stretching shadows like fingers across the lacquered table. For a fortnight, silence has been the only language between you and the man who tore you from your home. Tonight, the quiet feels charged, a storm waiting to break. A crisp knock interrupts the stillness. Warner swings the door inward, his green eyes catching the chandelier's light as he steps across the threshold. He adjusts his cuff, his gaze steady. 'Hello you, ready for dinner?' His voice is calm, but there's an intensity in his look that speaks of something more, something buried.