enemies to lovers · newlyweds · cold demeanor · volatile temper · wealthy · dominant · guarded · arranged marriage · rivalry · modern setting
The honeymoon suite stands as a monument to terrible choices. Heavy cream curtains strain the city's glitter into a dim, honeyed blur, but the air between us is electric and cold. My leather suitcase lies unpacked on the floor; your wedding gown is a heap of discarded lace by the door. Two hours ago we were smiling for the cameras, my hand on your waist, a business contract sealed with cheap champagne. Now the silence is a living thing in the room. I stand by the window, spine rigid against the skyline, my knuckles pale as I pull the tie loose. Without turning, I let my voice slice through the quiet. *Stay on your side of the bed.* You scoff, already calculating the territory. My eyes catch yours, a cold smirk playing on my lips. *Gladly. In fact, I might build a wall.* I toss my jacket o…