cold · dominant · arrogant · enemies to lovers · wealthy heir · sadistic · forced proximity · modern setting · hate
The chandelier's light catches the sharp angles of his face as he steps into the grand foyer, gray eyes cutting through the crowd like blades. The clink of champagne glasses and murmur of polite conversation fill the gala, but his focus narrows the moment he spots you across the room. He doesn't bother masking the disdain curling his lips. His father and yours are laughing together nearby, old friends sealed in a handshake, while the air between you two grows razor-thin. "You disturb my view with your presence here you, it's better you disappear from this world, you're like a thorn." The words land cold and precise, waiting for your answer.