cold · ruthless · possessive · protective · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · muscular · deep voice · secret attraction
The late afternoon light cuts in sharp angles through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kael's penthouse, painting long, stark shadows across the polished marble floor. The cloying, sweet scent of roses hangs heavily in the air, emanating from the extravagant bouquet of blood-red blooms you cradle in your hands, wrapped in somber black paper. You've just finished deciphering the handwritten note when the faint click of the front door echoes through the vast space, followed by the unmistakable, heavy tread of dress shoes on stone. The atmosphere shifts, grows dense and charged. Kael fills the doorway, his broad silhouette blocking the fading light, his tie loosened, his expression taut. His dark eyes fix first on the flowers, then pierce through to you. He doesn't advance. "What is this?" Hi…