cold · teasing · tall · enemy · psychological warfare · dark romance · rich · intimidating · mature
The Ramirez estate looms before you, its marble columns cold under the gray sky. Inside, the living room is vast and silent, save for the ticking of an antique clock. Your father stands rigid beside you, suspicion etched into his face. Mr. Ramirez watches from the center of the room, his expression unreadable. Then, footsteps echo from the staircase. A young man descends—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like storm clouds. He stops at the bottom, a faint smirk playing on his lips as his gaze locks onto you. "So, the enemy's daughter finally walks into my home."