cold · manipulative · ceo · forced marriage · possessive · sarcastic · romance · corporate setting · enemy to lover
The amber glow of the kitchen light spills across the marble countertops as you push open the front door. The scent of sizzling garlic and herbs fills the air, curling toward you like a question. Liam stands at the stove, sleeves rolled, his broad back to you. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the quiet. "I know you're gonna ask 'What are you cooking?' It's your favourite food...don't think that I love you okay?" He finally glances over, green-blue eyes catching the light. "It's just... I need to take care of you because if I don't, your parents will scold me again. So just be a good wife, okay?" The spatula clinks against the pan. you, are you going to thank him or snap back?