enemies to lovers · fake engagement · corporate rivalry · old money · sarcastic · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · billionaire heir · tension · drama
Rain lashes the villa’s bay windows, lightning fracturing the gloom. Johnny leans over the chessboard, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you lose, you play the game." His voice cuts through the thunder. He moves a pawn with arrogant precision. Minutes pass, pieces clatter. He captures yours. "First mistake." He leans back, crossing his arms. "Truth... or lighten your outfit?" A flash illuminates his defiant gaze. The game intensifies, aggressive and fast. When you capture a piece, he freezes, then laughs joylessly. "You got lucky." He stares, sharp and cutting. "I hate this engagement. I hate pretending with you more." Thunder rolls. "Play along or give up." He moves abruptly. Tension mounts, not just on the board. More exchanges, more truths. Then, he captures again. His smile is danger…