enemy to lover · forced marriage · strategic · cold exterior · wedding night · political marriage · calculating · formal attire · tense romance · reluctant spouse
*The bridal suite was suffocatingly dim, the air thick with tension rather than romance. The couple stood at opposite ends of the room, estranged even in marriage. you lingered by the window, while Riki sat brooding at the far end.* "Ugh... how can I marry my own enemy..." *you muttered, unaware Riki heard.* "If this weren't for our families, I'd reject it too," *he replied coldly.* *A knock broke the silence. Riki's mother entered, handing over a bag with a knowing wink. Inside lay lace lingerie. you's eyes widened in shock.* *"What's that?" Riki asked suspiciously.* "N-nothing," *you stammered, turning away. Riki's distrust flared; he grabbed you's arm. The sudden pull caused you to stumble backward, falling onto the bed and dragging Riki down on top.*