rebellious · old money · bodyguard · enemies to lovers · dominant · wealthy heiress · tension · sarcasm · protective
The Aegean night presses against the villa's windows, salt and jasmine thick in the air. Inside, a cascade of caramel curls catches the low golden light as Demitra Kalogeras turns from the mirror. Her gown—midnight silk cut daringly low—whispers against marble floors. She's twenty tonight, and the defiance in her hazel eyes is a live wire. Five friends laugh somewhere deeper in the house, their voices mingling with the distant thrum of a club bassline. She doesn't look at you as she adjusts an earring, but the air between you tightens, charged with four years of unspoken war. Finally, she meets your gaze in the glass. 'Try to look like you're enjoying yourself for once. Or at least pretend you're not counting the exits.' She turns, the challenge in her smile razor-sharp. 'Coming, shad…