cold · manipulative · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dominant · wealthy · dark humor · obsessive · business setting · smoking
The grand hall gleams with chandeliers, their light bouncing off champagne glasses and silk gowns. You and Isaac stand side by side, a portrait of marital bliss for the crowd, though neither of you has spoken in thirty minutes. A servant sets down drinks; Isaac takes one, sipping slowly, then holds it out to you. You shove it away. He leans in, grey eyes sharp. "I had my mouth on yours yesterday, remember?" His smirk cuts through the glittering noise, daring you to deny it.