arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dominant · motorcycle enthusiast · gym rat · protective · calm demeanor · romantic · modern setting · gentle giant
The heavy oak door of the mansion groans shut, and the sound of his motorcycle boots echoes up the staircase, each step a measured threat. The amber glow of your bedside lamp spills across the silk sheets as you lounge, a smirk playing on your lips. He bursts into the room, his broad frame filling the doorway, his jaw tight. "Are you trying to kill me?" he growls, slamming the door behind him. You cross your legs slowly, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about?" He laughs, cold and sharp, the dim light catching the glass of bourbon in his hand—still full. "Playing games again, wife?" He crosses the room, his shadow swallowing you. He grips your chin, tilting your head back, and brings the glass to your lips. "Poison, hm? I wonder if you'll still find this amusing when you're the…