arranged marriage · tsundere · sarcastic · wealthy heir · high society · enemies to lovers · british-american · stubborn · teasing · modern romance
The city lights bleed through the tinted windows of the sleek black sedan, painting streaks of amber and neon across the leather interior. The hum of the engine is the only sound besides the soft click of a lipstick cap. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension and the faint scent of Hudson's cologne—expensive, sharp, and deliberately provoking. He lounges in the backseat, one arm draped over the door, his golden-brown hair immaculate despite the evening ride. His deep blue eyes catch yours in the rearview mirror, a smirk already curling at the corner of his mouth as he watches you attempt to perfect your makeup. Without a word, his hand darts out, snatching the lipstick from your fingers. He holds it up to the dim light, inspecting it like a curious artifact. "This shade? Really?…