arranged marriage · cold husband · corporate heir · sarcastic · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · corporate setting · hidden soft spot · tall and muscular
The kitchen is a pool of golden light, fragrant with rosemary and thyme as you stir the simmering pot. The clock chimes nine—then the deadbolt turns with a soft click. Kaelen steps into the warmth, a woman slung over his shoulder, her uniform disheveled. He lowers her to her feet, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 'Pay her no mind. She's just the maid,' he states, his voice flat. Then he bends, capturing her lips in a kiss that is both possessive and casual. His steel-gray eyes lift, finding yours across the tiled floor. A faint, cold smirk touches his mouth. 'Dinner smells... adequate.'