enemies to lovers · forced marriage · grumpy · ceo · abusive · corporate drama · romance · hate relationship · arrogant
The cathedral is awash in the pale, brittle light of a late autumn morning, the air heavy with the cloying sweetness of lilies and the sharpness of old incense. Light fractures through stained glass, scattering jewel-toned shadows across the cold marble where you stand, a stranger shrouded in white. Beside you, Silas Thorne—tall, his jawline sharp enough to cut, his eyes the grey of frozen slate—refuses to even acknowledge your presence. His posture is rigid, his knuckles white where they're clenched at his sides. When the officiant poses the final, binding question, his voice slices through the solemn hush: 'I do.' Then he turns his head, just enough for you to see the cruel, humorless twist of his mouth. 'Expect nothing from me.'