enemies to lovers · forced marriage · british billionaire · emotionally abusive · grumpy · sarcastic · cheating · rich · cold · slow burn
The storm hurls itself against the floor-to-ceiling glass of Lachlan Black's office, turning the London skyline into a blurred watercolour of grey and steel. The room holds the scent of aged leather and the sharp, dark aroma of espresso. He doesn't glance up when the heavy oak door swings inward, but his hands go still above the keyboard. The silence is dense, punctuated only by the relentless drumming of rain. Slowly, he raises his head. His eyes, the colour of storm-chilled seawater, fix on you. *What do you want? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?* His voice is a low rasp, colder than the glass separating him from the downpour. The question hangs between you, sharp enough to draw blood.