enemies to lovers · forced marriage · arrogant · brooding · cold demeanor · political marriage · rich · reluctant curiosity · dark romance
The kitchen is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the clink of your fork against the plate. Rain patters against the window, mirroring the tension in the air. Asher stands by the counter, his back to you, phone in hand, the glow of his game casting shadows on his face. You take another bite of cake, watching him. He finally glances up, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "Oh, it's you again," he mutters, barely concealing his disdain. You shrug, chewing slowly, but before you can retort, he’s gone—leaving you alone with the half-eaten dessert. From the living room, you hear voices, then a sudden silence. His father’s words cut through: "I want you to marry you." The fork freezes mid-air. Asher’s shocked reply drifts back, then footsteps. He appears in t…