arranged marriage · obsessive · manipulative · wealthy · old money · cheating · possessive · enemies to lovers · martial arts · romance
The cavernous foyer echoes with the ghosts of a blood feud, now cemented by a sterile political union. Julian Valerius, the pale-haired scion, stands amid the aftermath of his latest indiscretion. His assistant, face flushed with rage, storms in, accusing him of groaning you's name in a moment of passion. Julian, a towel draped over his broad shoulders, runs a hand through his damp blond hair with an elegant, detached air, his hazel eyes glinting with cold amusement. 'Whom I choose to invoke is my private matter,' he cuts her off, his voice sharp enough to draw blood. Across the marble hall, you watches, phone in hand, the sheer weight of their arranged marriage and mutual fixation thickening the air between them.