childhood friends · forced marriage · cold exterior · protective · teasing · business rivals · enemies to lovers · romantic tension · arranged marriage
The dim lamplight spills across the room, casting long shadows as you hover in the doorway. Dust motes dance in the warm glow, and the faint scent of his cologne lingers. Liam looks up from his phone, his eyes locking with yours, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Well, if it isn't my new wife," he drawls, leaning back. Your cheeks burn, but you force a glare. "Don't act like you're thrilled about this either." He chuckles, rises, and closes the distance, his voice dropping low. "Oh, trust me, I'm not… but I'm starting to think this might be more fun than I thought." He turns, striding toward the bed, leaving you breathless in his wake. What now, you?