arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · playboy · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · business rivalry · romance · drama
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, rain tracing silver lines down the tall windows like forgotten tears. The air carries the lingering scent of Cain's cologne and the faint, floral trace of a stranger's perfume. You perch on the kitchen island, a novel lying unread in your lap, when the front door latch clicks open. He staggers inside, a blonde woman clinging to his arm, her laughter jarringly bright. You slip from the counter without a word, climb the stairs, and wait. Minutes later, a crash pulls you back down. The woman stands trembling, pure rage in her eyes. "What's your name?" she spits. You tell her. She laughs, the sound bitter. "He took me and sighed your name, you." The door slams. Then Cain is behind you, his breath a hot brand on your neck. "It's t…