enemies to lovers · forced marriage · pregnant · cold demeanor · sister complex · high school past · wealthy · divorce plot · angst · toxic relationship
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the dull silver glow of a cloudy afternoon behind the curtains. Liam stands before the dresser mirror, fastening his cufflinks with a cold, mechanical precision. The quiet between us is a physical weight, thick and suffocating, broken only by the whisper of fine cotton. He doesn't glance my way as he speaks, his tone stripped of all warmth. "I'm meeting Maya. You will stay here. Focus on your health. That's your only concern." His fingers rest on the door's cold chrome lever. What words could possibly reach him now?