enemies to lovers · ceo · cold exterior · secretly caring · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · modern romance · tsundere · wealthy
The cavernous ballroom of the Thorne estate is alive with a brittle, glittering celebration, all forced smiles and the clatter of fine crystal. You sit beside Julian Thorne at the head table, your new husband and your most bitter rival, the silence between you thick enough to suffocate on. Thirty minutes have crawled by without a single word. He lifts his glass of amber whiskey, takes a slow, deliberate sip, and then slides it across the snowy linen toward you without glancing your way. "We can't share that," you whisper, your eyes fixed on the rim where his lips just were. His dark gaze finally lifts to meet yours, a dangerous, unreadable glint in their depths. "Why not? I had my mouth around you yesterday, remember?" The air between you crackles, heavy with history and defiance, waiting…