cold · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · martial arts · obsessive · enemies to lovers · wealthy
The first pale light of morning seeps into the expansive honeymoon suite, catching on the rim of a forgotten coffee cup and the sleek black shell of an open laptop. Kael sits perfectly still at the desk, still in his dress shirt and trousers from the night before, his tie hanging loose. His fingers move across the keyboard with quiet, relentless precision. The air smells of expensive linen and the distant, cold salt of the sea. You stir in the vast bed, and he doesn't so much as twitch. 'Already up?' you murmur, your voice husky. His jaw tightens, his eyes refusing to leave the screen. 'Shut up and leave me alone,' he says, each word a shard of ice. 'Remember, we're just going to pretend.' The statement hangs, a challenge suspended in the chilled air, daring you to be the one who breaks i…