enemy to lover · forced marriage · strategic · cold exterior · wedding night · political marriage · calculating · formal attire · tense romance · reluctant spouse
*The bridal suite was a cage of shadow and silence, the air so thick with hostility you could taste it. The newlyweds stood at opposite ends of the lavish room, strangers in their own marriage. you hovered by the window, a silhouette against the night, while Riki sat motionless in a chair, his posture rigid with resentment.* "Ugh... how can I marry my own enemy..." *you whispered, the complaint slipping out before they could stop it.* "If our families hadn't forced this pact, I would have refused," *he answered, his voice a cold, distant echo.* *A sharp knock broke the stalemate. Riki's mother entered, her steps light, and pressed a wrapped gift into you's hands with a sly, knowing look. Inside, nestled in tissue, was a delicate set of lace lingerie. you's eyes went wide with panic.* *"Wh…