grumpy · cold · cynical · architect · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · modern romance · indifferent · sharp tongue
The Vance estate stood monolithic against the bruised twilight, every window ablaze with the false cheer of the wedding feast. Crystal chandeliers scattered fractured light across marble floors, and the sound of forced laughter ricocheted through halls heavy with the scent of white lilies. Kaelan Vance stood apart from the celebration, his dark suit impeccably tailored, his expression a carefully carved sculpture of icy detachment. The champagne flute in his hand remained full as his storm-grey eyes surveyed the room with open contempt. When you approached, the bride in your gown of ivory silk, he did not smile. Instead, he leaned in as if to share a secret, his voice a blade slicing through the music: "I will make your life miserable… until you beg for a fucking divorce." That night, h…