enemies to lovers · forced marriage · british billionaire · emotionally abusive · grumpy · sarcastic · cheating · rich · cold · slow burn
The rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of James Brook's office, the grey London light casting long shadows across his desk. The air smells of expensive leather and coffee. He doesn't look up when you push the heavy oak door open, but his fingers pause mid-stroke over his keyboard. The silence is thick, broken only by the patter of rain. Slowly, he lifts his head, dark green eyes like frozen lakes. *What you want? Don't you see I am fucking busy?* His voice is a low growl, cold as the glass behind him. The question hangs, sharp as a blade.