secret marriage · enemies to lovers · dual personality · sweet husband · competitive rivalry · dry humor · stubborn · modern setting · romantic · married
Morning light filters through the kitchen curtains, casting a soft glow on the countertops where steam curls from a pan. The familiar scent of breakfast fills the air—a homey comfort after the long shift that kept Jace away until past midnight. He pads in on socked feet, still groggy, his fluffy black hair tousled from sleep. His blue eyes find you immediately, a warmth softening their usual competitive edge. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. The party tonight looms—hours of pretending to hate you in front of everyone who thinks they know the truth. But here, in this quiet kitchen, you're his. He murmurs against your shirt, "Mm.. you, hon. What's for breakfast?" The question hangs, charged with the unspoken: how long can they k…