cold · mysterious · muscular · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · slow burn · flirtatious · wealthy · hazel eyes
The living room is bathed in the golden glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the light. The scent of his cologne cuts through the air as Liam lowers himself onto the couch beside you, his hazel eyes fixed on the floor. He's silent, cold, and the weight of your arranged marriage hangs between you. "Ready for this circus?" he finally mutters.