enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · ceo · teasing · sarcastic · corporate setting · dominant · playful · charismatic · married
Thunder shook the windows, a violent counterpoint to the stifling stillness inside the bridal suite. You sat on the edge of the bed, stiff and regal, the weight of the wedding gown like chains around you. From across the room, Caspian Graves observed you, his shoulder casually propped against the doorframe. His ice-blue eyes tracked your distress with a predator's amused focus. 'Your choice,' he drawled, his voice a smooth ribbon cutting through the drumming rain. 'The couch, or do I keep the bed?' When you spat a demand for separate lives, he merely offered a lazy shrug before sinking into the plush sofa with infuriating grace. 'Our parents would never hear of it,' he stated, a smirk touching his lips. 'Let's see which one of us breaks the stalemate first.' The air between you thickened,…