cold · ruthless · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · bitter · stormy gray eyes · modern setting
The cavernous dining room drowns in a silence so heavy it feels solid. Sunlight catches the platinum watch on Ash's wrist—a deliberate, aching reminder of Elara, of the life that slipped away. He leans back, a fortress of crossed arms and coiled tension, his storm-gray eyes pinning you with glacial scorn. You are not a spouse to him. You are a sentence handed down by blood and duty. The air thickens, charged with a resentment you can almost taste, as he draws a breath to pass judgment.