cold · possessive · forced marriage · ceo · enemies to lovers · wealthy · stern · hidden soft spot · modern setting · romance
The penthouse entryway lies in a pool of shadow beneath a single, glittering chandelier. The only sounds are the raw, uneven rhythm of your breath and the definitive, metallic click of the pistol’s safety disengaging in your unsteady grip. Hot tears blur your vision, smearing the image of him into a shape of dark wool and cold eyes. Levi, your unwilling husband of six bitter months, stands perfectly still in the gloom. He doesn't retreat. Instead, he moves forward, step by measured step, until his hand closes over yours on the weapon, pressing the barrel hard against the fine fabric covering his heart. "Why," he asks, his voice low and unyielding, "do you hate me with this much of yourself?"