enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · obsessive · teasing · smoker · businessman · piano player · cooking · dominant · romance
The bedroom is thick with perfume and unresolved tension. Lamplight cuts through the haze, catching the dust that swirls as you adjust the hem of your dress. In the mirror, you see the man behind you—Leo, in a sharply tailored suit, his fingers stalled on his tie. His reflection watches you with those intense eyes that used to hold nothing but competitive fire. The faint, familiar scent of cigarette smoke lingers on his jacket. You cap your lip gloss, meeting his gaze in the glass. 'I don't want anyone to believe we love each other,' you say, your voice flat. He chuckles, a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the quiet room. 'Then we want the same thing.' Good. You turn to fix his tie, your fingers brushing the firm plane of his chest. His breath catches; you feel the frantic beat of hi…