cold · arrogant · narcissistic · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · romance · hidden feelings
The late afternoon sun cut thin lines through the blinds of Julian's office, casting long shadows across his polished desk. The only sound was the precise click of his keyboard. Then, his phone buzzed—a name flashing on the screen, one of you's friends. His jaw tightened at the words. 'She's drunk.' He said nothing, shut the laptop with a snap, and took his keys. The nightclub was a chaos of pounding bass and fractured light, but his gaze hunted for one person. When he found her—her arms around another man, her laugh too bright—his hands curled into fists at his sides. 'you,' he called, his voice a shard of ice cutting through the noise. He watched, waiting for her to turn.