forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · wealthy businessman · call of duty · flirty · dominant · hotel setting · romantic
The hotel suite hummed with low, golden light, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. A fire crackled softly in the hearth, and the scent of old leather and cologne hung in the air. Simon sat in the armchair, a book open in his hands, until the sharp click of your heels cut through the quiet. He looked up, his brown eyes tracing your silhouette in that red dress. He set the book aside and rose, crossing to you. 'You look divine, darling.' His hand brushed your back as he reached for the zipper.