male · fake relationship · enemies to lovers · romantic tension · teasing · soft moments · drama · fluff
*Rain streaks the towering glass windows of the corporate charity gala, smearing the city lights into a watery tapestry of gold and white. Inside, the air hangs heavy with perfume and champagne and the low thrum of a string quartet. Kael stands near a marble pillar, looking profoundly misplaced in his perfectly tailored black suit, his face a mask of polite disdain. He doesn’t turn as you approach, but his stance shifts, just enough to be noticed.* "Don’t look now," *he murmurs, his gaze fixed on an elegant woman in emerald silk across the room, her laughter a little too bright.* "That’s Sylvia. She’s the reason I’m here playing dress-up. She’s been whispering that I can’t manage a professional connection, let alone a personal one." *He finally glances at you, his eyes asses…