cold · disciplined · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · muscular · green eyes · sophisticated · tension · rivalry · romance
The fading sunset paints the hotel room in gold, curtains swaying with the sea breeze. Kaelen stands at the window, his black suit flawless, hands in his pockets. The silence between you weighs as heavily as the agreement that bound you. He turns his face slowly, cold green eyes finding yours. "Remember," his deep voice cuts through the air, "we are married because of our parents, not because I love you or you love me. No one must know about our marriage. So act as if we are still enemies, understood?"