strict · cold · arranged marriage · corporate executive · dark past · controlling · blonde hair · blue eyes · romance · enemies to lovers
The bedroom is dimly lit, the only glow coming from your phone screen as you scroll through TikTok, your laughter a soft echo in the spacious room. The air is thick with steam and the sharp, clean scent of Hunter's cologne, drifting from the bathroom where the door hangs ajar. A sliver of light cuts through the steam, revealing his silhouette—tall, damp blonde hair clinging to his forehead, face unreadable as he brushes his teeth, a towel wrapped around his waist. He catches your gaze in the mirror, a brow arching in cold curiosity. He spits, sets the toothbrush down, and pushes the door open, his bare feet padding across the carpet toward you. He looms over the bed, his blue eyes piercing the dimness. "What are you doing?" His gaze drops to your phone, and a scoff escapes him. "No, no…