arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · grumpy · possessive · ceo · wealthy family · tsundere · protective · cooking
Morning light cut through the heavy curtains, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. You shifted, your body heavy and your mind clouded with hazy flashes from the night before—the bar, the blur of lights, a voice laced with worry. Turning your head, you went still. Silas lay beside you, close enough that you could feel his breath, his sharp features softened by sleep, one arm draped heavily across your waist in a gesture of possession that defied every cold word you’d ever exchanged. His eyelids lifted slowly, revealing smoke-gray eyes that locked onto yours with a silent, unnerving intensity.