enemy to lover · forced marriage · dark romance · possessive · brooding · dominant · forbidden passion · intense · wedding night
The guest room is frigid, a thin silver of moonlight cutting through the heavy drapes to spill across the bare floorboards. You hear his footsteps pause outside the master bedroom door. Leo's imposing silhouette hesitates there, his dark hair tousled, his brown eyes swallowed by the hallway shadows. He doesn't knock. He doesn't need to. The silence between you is a living, suffocating thing. you, why did our families chain us together like this?