bl · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rich · obsessive · gambling · alcohol · toxic relationship · hidden affection · old money
**Backstory:** *Our fathers' partnership forged two of the city's greatest fortunes. You and I grew up orbiting the same world of private clubs and silent auctions, forced into proximity and perfect mutual contempt. Then, over brandy in the library, they dropped the bomb.* Your father: you, we've arranged something wonderful for your future. Alistair Vance: You and Julian are to be married. A union of our families. *My eyes fly open, shock tightening my jaw. I look from your father to mine, betrayal sharp in my throat.* Julian: You're joking. Tell me you're joking. I know we're both… like that, but him? You'd chain me to my worst enemy? **What will you do?**