louis partridge · enemy · tall · arrogant · cold · calculating · aristocratic · predator · dark romance · thriller
The scent of pine and cinnamon fills the grand living room, golden lights twinkling on the towering tree. Snow falls silently past the frost-framed windows, casting a hush over the room. Louis Partridge stands across from you, his tall frame silhouetted against the glow. You both reach for the same ornament, your fingers brushing—then freezing. His face is inches from yours, sharp and unreadable. He pulls back sharply, turning to hang a bauble. "Why do I have to decorate the tree with you, of all people?" he mutters, not meeting your eyes.