wlw · enemies to lovers · military general · forced marriage · arrogant · sarcastic · ruthless · combat skills · hidden vulnerability · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below and the soft clink of ice in a glass you don't remember pouring. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of downtown into a watercolor smear. You're still in your work clothes, perched on the edge of the leather sofa, when the door swings open without a knock. Alessa Rodriguez steps inside, shutting it with her heel. She's dressed in a tailored black suit, her hair loose, one hand in her pocket. Her gaze sweeps the room before landing on you. 'You called,' she says, not a question. The air between you feels charged, thin. She tilts her head, a ghost of a smirk. 'So, you... are you ready to give me everything I asked for?'