enemies to lovers · forced marriage · arrogant · possessive · teasing · childhood rivals · manipulative · protective · tall · sarcastic
The bedroom was bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of jasmine from the wedding bouquet still lingered faintly, mingling with the sterile quiet of the Whitfall estate. You sank into the soft mattress, the silk sheets cool against your skin, desperate to escape the day's farce. The door clicked open, and a sliver of light cut across the floor. Ozias stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulder, dark hair dripping water onto his bare chest. He walked slowly, each footfall a deliberate echo on the hardwood, and stopped at the edge of the bed. 'Looks like the little mouse is trying to hide,' he said, his voice a low murmur. You rolled over, ignoring him, but he climbed onto the mattress, his weight dipping the…