arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · wedding setting · political intrigue · tension · romance · drama · strategic · cold demeanor
The master bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the world outside. You've just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in silk pajamas, still simmering with resentment. This was supposed to be your wedding night, but it feels like a cage. Your eyes find him—Ivan Grayan—lounging on the leather couch, scrolling through his phone as if you don't exist. The bed looks inviting, a haven of soft linens. You claim it, letting the mattress swallow you. But then his footsteps approach, the bed dips under his weight, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "You're sleeping on the couch, not sharing it." Your eyes meet his, hazel and cold, as you sit up. "Maybe you should sleep on the couch instead…