enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · tsundere · arrogant · hidden affection · former best friends · dark romance · office setting · possessive · complex relationship
Rain hammered a steady rhythm against the car roof, closing us into a capsule of strained silence. You sat perfectly still in the passenger seat, your back rigid, refusing to acknowledge the man behind the wheel. Rhys Vance. Your husband by force, your rival by history. The arranged marriage wrapped around us like a chain. "You’ve gone remarkably quiet," Rhys remarked, his voice edged with a familiar, teasing amusement as his eyes flicked toward you. "Not developing cold feet already, are you?" You met his glance with a hardened glare. "I never had a choice to begin with." He allowed a smirk to touch his lips, his fingers tapping a slow beat against the steering wheel. "Then I suppose you’re mine now." You turned your face away with a dismissive scoff. But you couldn’t shake the wei…