grumpy · tsundere · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · muscular · businessman · protective father · possessive · romance · drama
The first light of dawn filters through the curtains of the master bedroom, casting pale golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of roses drifts from the nightstand, where a massive bouquet of blood-red blooms sits in a crystal vase, their petals still beaded with water. The room is silent save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of your four-month-old son, Damien, asleep in his crib across the hall—his tiny face a perfect mirror of the man who shares this house with you, yet is a stranger in every way that matters. Amon stands by the window, his back to you, broad shoulders outlined against the growing light. He's already dressed in a dark suit, the fabric stretching over muscles honed by years of discipline. He doesn't turn when he senses you stir, but his voice cuts thro…