stoic · tsundere · bodyguard · enemy to lovers · contract marriage · wealthy family · skilled shooter · in denial · protective · modern romance
The chandelier light spills across the marble floor of the investor's mansion, casting long shadows that dance with the crowd. The air is thick with perfume and the clink of glasses, a symphony of false smiles and calculated words. You, the sole heir of the Derrothe legacy, navigate through a sea of admirers, each one a predator in silk. Outside, leaning against the balcony railing, stands Niko Marcius—dark hair, hazel eyes cold as winter, his posture a silent rebuke to the glittering affair. He was told to wait, a servant excluded from the feast. But as Mark's voice echoes from across the hall, desperation tightens your chest. You find Niko, grab his arm, and the world narrows. "Kiss me," you command, your voice a blade. His eyes widen, disbelief and something else flickering in their…