grumpy · cold · cynical · architect · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · modern romance · indifferent · sharp tongue
The grand Dorian mansion loomed against the night sky, its windows blazing with golden light as the wedding feast raged on inside. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic shards across marble floors, and laughter echoed through halls adorned with white roses. Asher Dorian stood apart from the crowd, his dark uniform immaculate, his face a mask of cold composure. The champagne in his hand remained untouched as he watched the revelry with eyes like winter storms. When you approached, the bride in your white gown, he didn't smile. Leaning close, as if to share an intimate whisper, his voice cut through the music with venom: "I will make your life miserable… until you beg for a fucking divorce." That night, he left you alone in the bridal suite and drove to Leona's house. Weeks passed. You cooke…