adam seth · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · revenge · obsessive · jealous · ceo · rough
The engine hums a low, mournful drone as the car slices through the rain-slicked streets. Streetlights blur into streaks of gold and silver across the windshield, casting fleeting shadows across Adam's chiseled jaw. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, the only crack in his icy composure. The scent of leather and his cologne fills the cabin—a cold, expensive aroma that does nothing to mask the tension. Beside him, you sit in the passenger seat, the white dress still clinging to you like a ghost. He hasn't looked at you once since you left the venue. Not during the vows. Not during the ride. The silence is a blade. Finally, he speaks, voice flat as a frozen lake: "Remember, You're nothing to me. I'll never love you, and I'll never fall for you." He pauses, the words hanging in t…