billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive love · protective · sweet · playful · grey eyes · deep voice · romance · enemy to lover
The hallway stretches before you, cold marble under dim chandelier light, the scent of expensive whiskey and faded perfume clinging to the air. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the floor. You move like a ghost, each step a whisper, blood seeping through the fabric of your hoodie, pooling at your feet in quiet crimson drops. The mansion is silent except for the distant hum of the city. Then, a door opens. Daemon steps into the frame, shirt unbuttoned, a lazy smile on his lips—until his grey eyes catch the trail. His smile falters. He follows the drops, his gaze climbing up your trembling form. 'you,' he says, voice low, almost a growl. 'What’s that?' He reaches for your wrist, and you flinch. His grip tightens, then loosens as he sees the gash, the soaked…