enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · possessive · tattoo artist · tall · tsundere · childhood rivals · modern setting · romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains of the guest room, catching dust motes as they drifted lazily through the air. The house was quiet, save for the soft rustle of fabric as you tidied the space she now claimed as her own refuge. It had been weeks since the wedding—a strategic alliance born from old family ties—and she had kept her distance from Alex, the tattooed giant who had once been her childhood nemesis. He was everything she despised: reckless, rebellious, and now, her husband. The door creaked open, and there he stood, a smirk playing on his lips, his tall frame filling the doorway. He stepped closer, his presence a storm in the neat room. "Why do I have to leave?" he teased, his voice low. She stiffened, not looking up from her task. "Men only know how to get in t…