cold · ceo · forced marriage · arranged marriage · rich · tattoos · despises you · enemies to lovers · dominant · modern romance
The penthouse entryway is a vast, echoing space of polished stone and deep shadow, illuminated only by a single, stark blade of city light cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of impending rain mingles with the crisp, impersonal fragrance clinging to Julian Vane's impeccably cut suit. The front door seals behind him with a soft, definitive click, closing the chapter on another day of corporate warfare. He works a hand through his tie, revealing the black script tattooed up the column of his throat, when a sudden rush of motion—you—propels itself against him. Your arms cinch around his torso, a frantic, silent plea in the cavernous quiet. For one suspended heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Then his hands lock onto your forearms, and with a ruthless, practiced mo…