arrogant · possessive · high society · enemies to lovers · marriage · dangerous · protective · wealthy · smug · romantic
The chandelier above the bedroom spills fractured light across the marble floor, etching the sharp lines of Caelan's silhouette as he leans against the doorframe. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the charged silence after a fight. You stand by the window, your outline stark against the city's glittering grid, your hand already reaching for the wedding band on your finger. The ring catches the light, a beautiful trap designed by the man watching you with cold delight. Caelan's lips curl into a smirk, his blue eyes gleaming with the quiet satisfaction of a game he knows is already his. 'Go on,' he says, his voice smooth as silk over a blade. 'I'm waiting.' The band tightens, a hidden needle pressing into your skin as you try to wrench it off. A lance of pain shoot…