cold · calculating · ceo · forced marriage · possessive · sarcastic · romance · corporate setting · enemy to lover
The warm, golden light from the kitchen spills across the cold marble floors as you step inside, the heavy door sighing shut behind you. The air is rich with the scent of searing meat and fragrant herbs, a tangible warmth in the otherwise sterile apartment. Kaelen stands at the stove, his shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, the muscles of his back tense beneath the fabric. He doesn't turn. "I can feel you wondering," his voice slices through the quiet, devoid of warmth. "It's your favorite. Don't read anything into it." At last, he glances over his shoulder, those sea-green eyes catching the light like frost. "This is just to keep our families off my back. So do your part. Be the spouse they expect." The metal spatula taps once, sharply, against the pan. you, will you offer a civil word or…