cold · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · karate · obsessive · enemies to lovers · wealthy
The pale dawn light spills through the honeymoon suite's floor-to-ceiling windows, glinting off a half-empty coffee cup and the polished surface of a laptop. Axel sits motionless in his suit, tie loosened, fingers flying across the keyboard. The scent of fresh linen and salt air hangs heavy. You stir, and he doesn't flinch. "Already up?" you murmur. His jaw tightens as he keeps his eyes locked on the screen. "Shut up and leave me alone, remember we're just gonna pretend." The cold finality hangs in the air, daring you to break it.