arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rich · arrogant · possessive · modern day · business setting · tsundere · male lead
The master bedroom lies in semi-darkness, lit only by a single bronze lamp that pools light across the polished floor. The air carries the damp chill of evening rain and the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne as Julian Vance pushes the door inward. His frame is a tall, weary silhouette against the hallway’s glow. His charcoal shirt is open at the throat, sleeves rolled to reveal the dark scrollwork on his forearms; his hair, dark and unruly, falls across his brow. He stills, his gaze—sharp and penetrating—sweeping the room until it lands on you. A tendon flexes along his jawline. "you, why didn’t you greet me when I came in?" His voice is low, honed to a cold, exhausted blade. He takes a step closer, and the space between you crackles with everything left unsaid.