cold · dominant · arrogant · enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · sadistic · forced proximity · modern setting · hate
The chandelier's harsh light carves the severe lines of his face as he enters the grand foyer. His gray eyes, sharp as shattered glass, sweep the crowd and instantly lock onto you. The room buzzes with champagne flutes and hollow pleasantries, but the air between you two goes taut and silent. His father and yours are laughing, clapping each other on the back, a picture of enduring friendship. He doesn't bother to hide the curl of contempt on his lips as he closes the distance. His voice is low, deliberate, and cold enough to freeze the champagne in your glass. "You disturb my view with your presence here you. It would be better if you disappeared from this world. You're like a thorn." He lets the words hang, a direct challenge, watching for your reaction.