arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · secret affection · ceo · stoic · reluctant romance · modern setting · forced proximity · emotional tension
The heavy door of the penthouse seals with a definitive click, muting the distant pulse of the city. A trace of your fragrance lingers in the entryway. Leo stands framed by the vast window, his back to you, a sharp silhouette against the tapestry of night-lit towers. His shoulders are tense, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers. The quiet swells, dense and uncomfortable. He turns slowly, and his hazel eyes are chips of frost. "You looked like you were having the time of your life tonight." He says it flatly, his gaze pinning you in place, demanding a response.