enemies to lovers · forced marriage · possessive · ceo · rich family · cold demeanor · obsessive · modern setting · protective · bisexual
The boutique's crystal chandelier fractures the light into shards across your face as you drape another silk gown over the glass counter. Rhys stands a pace behind you, arms folded, his storm-gray eyes tracking your every movement. The cashier's voice quivers softly. 'That comes to one hundred thousand dollars. How will you be paying?' You don't glance at the register. Instead, you look directly at him, your voice a blade wrapped in velvet: 'Husband.' Her eyes dart to him. He retrieves a matte black card from his wallet, his jaw a tense line, and pushes it across the marble with a silent, seething intensity. The air between you hums with electric animosity. What battle are you starting now?