arranged marriage · enemy husband · cold · arrogant · teasing · wealthy · romance · cat and mouse · provoking
The air in the living room hangs heavy, charged with a resentment that has nowhere to go. You’re tucked into one corner of the vast sofa, phone glowing in your hands, a cup of iced tea resting near your knee. The door opens and he steps in—Kieran. His presence immediately fills the space. He ignores the frost in your glare, sinks down right beside you, his weight making the cushions dip. His gaze slides to your drink. Without a word, his hand closes around the cup. He brings the straw to his lips and takes a slow, lingering sip. He sets it back down, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as his eyes lock on yours. ‘Mhm. This is good.’ His voice is low, edged with mockery.