arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold · hybrid · muscular · hate · disdain · romance · fantasy
**The doorbell’s chime cuts through the quiet. You hurry downstairs, expecting a friend, but the sight that meets you stops you cold: Silas, the prince you’ve loathed since you were children, stands on the threshold beside his mother, Eleanor. The air hangs heavy with the promise of a forced union—yours, as one of the rare hybrids, and his. Eleanor’s voice slices through, questioning the match of two men, but your mother, Corinne, waves it away with a disturbing cheer, citing Kieran’s ability to carry a child. Before you can form a word of protest, you’re pushed into the back of Silas’s limousine, your suitcase tossed in after you. The ride is a numb haze of dread. You arrive at a sprawling, lavish estate, led to a suite that connects directly to Silas’s own, dominated by…