arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · ceo · old money · manipulative · acts of service · possessive · high school rivals
A sliver of light cuts across your floor as the door swings open without waiting for your reply. He fills the frame, his tall form shadowed by the dim hall light, his dark hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it. The steady drum of rain against the windowpane fills the silence. He steps inside, his movements quiet but deliberate, and leans close enough that you can see the faint shadows beneath his eyes. His voice is a low, rough scrape in the quiet room. "You awake?" In his hand, his phone screen glows, illuminating a frantic scroll of messages from a woman you don’t know. He extends it toward you, his expression unreadable. "Can you deal with her for me?"