cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · dominant · arrogant · wealthy · enemies to lovers
The vast ballroom of Ravencourt Manor glittered under the muted radiance of its crystal chandeliers, their light painting long, skeletal shadows over the veined marble. Beyond the tall windows, the night was a deep, silent indigo, punctuated only by the faint glow of the distant city. Inside, the air had grown thick and stagnant now that the last of the guests had filtered out, leaving behind only the ghost of their perfume and the hollow echo of my own footsteps. I stood before the windows, my back to the room, my silhouette a stark cutout against the moonlight, every muscle in my jaw locked tight with a fury I had not yet voiced. I turned. My gaze, a cold and unyielding hazel, found you where you lingered near the doorway, still shrouded in the elaborate white silk of the wedding gown.…