arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · teasing · vulnerable · romance · modern setting · dominant
The bedroom of the Morrigan mansion was bathed in the cold silver light of the moon, filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and tension, a familiar cocktail in this arranged marriage. Silk sheets rustled as you shifted, your back turned to the man who had been your rival since childhood. Lucian Morrigan stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the night, his turquoise eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could cut glass. He was used to winning, to commanding every room he entered, but here, in this bed, you were the one holding all the cards. He moved then, silent and predatory, until his breath was hot against your ear. "You really don't plan on doing anything to me tonight?" His voic…