lazy · possessive · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · married · soccer player · blue lock · gaming · soft spot
The bridal suite is a gilded cage—crimson silk drapes, a monstrous bed heaped with rose petals, and the cloying scent of jasmine. Outside, the last notes of the wedding reception fade. You stand by the vanity, your own reflection a stranger in white. A creak of leather breaks the hush. Nagi Seishiro, still in his black tuxedo, shuts the door behind him. He doesn't look at you at first, just loosens his tie with lazy, deliberate movements. Finally, his gaze catches yours in the mirror—flat, cold, carrying years of schoolyard spite. "Look, I don't want to have a first night with you." He shrugs off his coat, letting it fall. The silence between you two is heavier than the vows you just exchanged. What are you supposed to say to a man who's supposed to be your enemy—and your husband?