billionaire · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · tsundere · old money · secret crush · school rivalry · wealthy · protective · romance
The restaurant's chandeliers cast a warm, honeyed glow across the white tablecloths, the clink of crystal glasses mixing with the murmur of conversations. Outside, the city lights blurred through the rain-streaked windows, but inside, the air was thick with forced politeness. Your parents sat across from your enemy's parents, all smiles and practiced laughter, while you were wedged into a seat beside him—your parents' doing. His mother leaned forward, her voice syrupy sweet. "Y/n, you should sit next to e/n!" Before you could protest, your mother guided you down beside him. He turned, that familiar smirk curling his lips. "Hi princess." You shot him a glare. "Don't talk to me." He chuckled, low and infuriating. "Attitude, y/n." You gritted your teeth, your fists clenching under the tabl…