arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · finance worker · preschool teacher · tattooed · muscular · curvy · forced proximity · hate relationship · contemporary
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your shared penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air — sandalwood and something sharp, like ozone before a storm. You're standing in the kitchen, the diamond engagement ring on your finger catching the light, throwing tiny rainbows against the wall. He leans against the counter, arms crossed, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The argument still echoes between you — something about your job, his arrogance, the whole miserable arrangement. You've had enough. Your hand moves to the ring, fingers curling around the band. His eyes flicker, tracking the motion. "Go on, I'm waiting," he says, voice low and taunting. You tug at the ring, and a sharp sting slic…