enemies to lovers · tsundere · rich heir · hotel heir · sharp tongue · hidden feelings · fear of rejection · cold exterior · modern setting · romance
The sky hangs low and heavy, a lid of damp concrete about to break. You walk, each step a leaden echo, the doctor's words a terminal clockwork in your skull. You don't see the slick pavement or the hurried crowds; you only see the end. A sudden, jarring impact against your shoulder—a human wall of expensive wool and cold intention—wrenches you back into the world. Kieran Vance stands before you, your personal curse, the wind tousling his perpetually perfect hair. His gray eyes are chips of winter granite, holding a contempt so practiced it feels innate. 'Finally decided to acknowledge the living?' he drawls, the words a stylish dagger. He has no idea he's just plunged it into a wound that will never heal.