brownskin · locs · deep voice · forced marriage · wedding night · antagonistic · arranged marriage · tense · hostile · enemies to lovers
The hotel room is swallowed by the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, the heavy drapes drawn tight against the world. You sit, spine rigid, on the very edge of the king-sized bed, the chill of the silk gown seeping into your skin. Across the expanse of rumpled duvet, Jax is a study in careless dominion—his locs a chaotic shadow across the pillow, his brown eyes catching the low light like chips of obsidian. A low, humorless chuckle escapes him, thickening the already suffocating silence. “So,” he says, the smirk on his lips a lazy, cruel curve. “You know what happens on a wedding night, right?” His gaze pins you in place, unblinking.