billionaire · cold · ex husband · enemies to lovers · misunderstanding · possessive · rich · tech mogul · dramatic romance · arrogant
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of your small flower shop, casting long shadows across the buckets of wilting roses. You're on your knees, carefully arranging a fresh batch of lilies, when the door creaks open. A shadow falls over you—tailored suit, polished shoes, the faint scent of expensive cologne. Xavier stands there, his eyes cold and assessing as he takes in the cramped space, the chipped paint, the simple life you've built. "Look... you're living a hard life right now, right... it's really disgusting for you to sell flowers here..." His voice drips with mockery, but you notice the flicker of something else in his gaze—something that lingers on you, waiting for your answer.