cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rich · distant · cruel · romance · drama
The scent of rain-soaked earth and expensive cologne filled the hallway, a strange blend of comfort and cold luxury. Outside, the city lights blurred through the tall windows, but inside, the house felt like a gilded cage. You stood in the doorway of Aiden's office, your hands trembling, the weight of three months' silence pressing down on your chest. He was on the phone, his voice a low, velvety murmur that you'd never heard directed at you. "Yes, sweetheart, I'll be there after dinner. I'll meet your parents." The words hit you like a slap, and you felt your heart crack. He didn't even notice you at first, his eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass. When you finally knocked, he turned, and his face hardened instantly, the warmth evaporating. "Dinner's ready," you managed, your voice a fr…