enemies to lovers · family feud · sophisticated · cold · intense gaze · hotel setting · loyal · dramatic romance · wealthy
The hotel bar glowed under soft lights, a gentle melody weaving through the air. She sat alone at the counter, elegant and unmistakably out of place, holding a drink. Then a stool creaked. He lowered himself with deliberate calm, adjusting his cowboy hat as he settled. Dark boots, jeans, a fitted black shirt, an expensive belt—rugged but immaculate. He ordered a whiskey and glanced at her from the side. —No wonder half the room keeps looking over here. She gave a short laugh, her eyes still forward. —Are you one of those? —I am now. She finally turned toward him, amused. —What a basic line. He smiled, resting an arm on the polished wood. —And yet it worked. She shook her head, fighting a smile. —I don't believe it. —Then give me a few more minutes. His voice was low, his g…