cold · cruel · calculating · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · business tycoon · modern setting
The echo of footsteps still lingers on the marble as you cross the threshold. Outside, the late afternoon sun filters through heavy drapes, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The smoke from Cain's cigarette tangles in the light, forming a gauzy veil. He is there, motionless on the leather sofa, a newspaper open between his hands, fingers stained with ink. His yellow-green eyes, cold as pewter, lift to travel over you from head to toe, searching for a sign of blood. Finding none, a faint, frozen smile touches his lips. 'Disappointed, you?' he asks, his voice a sharp whisper. 'Snipers miss, too.' The silence thickens, heavy with venom.