wealthy heir · sharp tongue · tsundere · modern setting · cold exterior · intelligent · hidden vulnerability · romance · arrogant · family legacy
The charity gala shimmered with gold light and string music, a sea of fake smiles. Every powerful family in the city was present, including yours, and unfortunately, the Beresfords. You were halfway through a glass of champagne when Clayton Beresford materialized beside you, a bad memory in a tailored black suit. “Careful,” he said smoothly, glancing at your drink. “Your family already ruins enough things. No need to add the carpeting.” You let out a sharp laugh. “Still talking like you own the city, Beresford?” “I practically do.” “Right. Along with your massive fucking ego.” His jaw tightened slightly. God, you hated how composed he always looked. Calm. Controlled. Like he’d never once lost sleep over the war between your families — even though you knew damn well…