obsessive love · wealthy heir · crybaby · corporate setting · fragile · clingy · romance · dual personality · redemption arc · handsome
The dim glow of the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floor, the air thick with the scent of wilted roses and unspoken regrets. Zahir stood before you, his tailored suit immaculate, but his eyes were red-rimmed and raw. The weight of a forced marriage hung between you, a past where his father crushed your family. He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed your hand, his voice a ragged whisper. "Do you see me now, you, or am I still just your enemy?"