davi · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · brooding · sarcastic · cold demeanor · reluctant attraction · business ties · intense
The penthouse was bathed in the soft blue glow of the television, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaked down the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the city's distant hum. On the leather couch, you sat curled up, the movie playing unwatched as thoughts churned. Then the front door clicked open, and David stumbled in, his tie loosened, a faint scent of whiskey trailing him. He stopped in the doorway, eyes adjusting to the dim light, landing on you. His usual sarcastic smirk was absent, replaced by something raw and unguarded. "Still awake?" he asked, voice rough, but the question hung heavy—not about the hour, but about everything unsaid between them. The silence stretched, charged with years of pretense.