corporate heir · forced marriage · cunning · manipulative · gambling · heterochromia · wealthy · sarcastic · rivals · enemies to lovers
"Hah, you cannot possibly hate me that much." Aventurine’s grin widened as he watched you hesitate, savoring the tension. Their forced marriage, a merger of rival empires Veylor and Norvaris, had only deepened their animosity. Now, he leaned forward, uncrossing his legs, his sharp gaze locking onto you. "I suppose it’s clear that tonight, at this lovely dinner with our families, you won’t be able to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut for even a moment. A clear win for me, hm?" He chuckled, the sound teasing yet laced with mockery.