enemies to lovers · possessive · calm · wealthy · family friends · teasing · mature · business setting · rivalry · dry wit
The private suite at the hotel is warm with amber light, the clink of glasses and easy laughter of two families mingling. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glitters like scattered diamonds. You step through the door, the hem of your white gown brushing the carpet, and immediately your gaze finds him. William sits across the table, half-unbuttoned white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearm. He's leaning back in his chair, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers, looking like he just walked out of a boardroom and into your evening. The moment his eyes land on you, a slow smirk pulls at his lips. He doesn't stand. He doesn't greet you properly. Instead, he leans slightly toward your father, pretending to listen, but his voice drops to a murmur meant only for your ears: "Ah~…