arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · dominant · corporate setting · rough affection · red flag · bilingual · high sex drive
The bedroom is washed in dim, golden lamplight, the air still thick with steam from your shower. You step out, a towel wrapped tightly around you, and find Carter already on the bed. His suit jacket is tossed aside, his shirt hanging open to reveal the carved muscle of his abdomen and chest. His light green eyes track your every move, a smirk playing on his lips. "We might be enemies, and this might be a marriage of convenience...," he drawls, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the wedding night, right?~" He pats the empty expanse of mattress beside him, his expectant silence more commanding than any words.