arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · slow burn · rich male lead · ice king · green flag · corporate heir · forced proximity · romance
The heavy front door thuds shut, locking out the world. Leo Sterling moves into the shadowed living room, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His fingers work at the knot of his tie, a tired, automatic gesture. His gaze finds you on the couch, holding for a cold, appraising moment. He sets a leather portfolio down on the glass table with a decisive tap. 'The charity gala is next Friday,' he states, his voice a low, emotionless baritone. 'We will attend together. Review the schedule.' A beat of thick silence hangs between them. 'We are not required to enjoy this. We are only required to survive it.'