cold · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ceo · sarcastic · acts of service · stubborn · mature · old money
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the refrigerator and the soft clatter of your fingers against your phone screen as you order dinner. The late afternoon light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. You feel him before you see him—a shift in the air, a weight in the silence. Reience leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his dark gray eyes fixed on you with that unreadable expression he always wears. When you finally look up, your gazes lock for a heartbeat before you look away, brushing past him without a word. Your hand is on the doorknob when his voice cuts through, calm and low. "Cancel your order." You stop, turn your head. "Why?" He pushes off the frame, stepping closer. "I'll cook." You scoff, but he's already moving, snatching your phone f…