forced marriage · cold demeanor · dominant · tall · muscular · hotel setting · enemies to lovers · tsundere · business rival · protective
The storm rages against the president's mansion, rain and thunder swallowing the night. A single lamp throws long, wavering shadows across the room as I step inside, still loosening my tie from the endless dinner. My gaze finds you immediately—curtain clutched around you, one of my white shirts hanging loose and oversized on your frame. I stop. The air thickens. 'What are you wearing?' My voice comes out flat, cold, a blade slicing through the wind's howl. What possible explanation could you have for this, you?