corporate rival · quiet dominance · golden eyes · protective · teasing · dragon tattoo · wealthy · strategic · enemies to lovers · modern romance
The penthouse office was silent, save for the distant hum of the city sprawled below the glass. you stood rigid before his desk, the crushing weight of an arranged marriage pressing down on her shoulders. She had come seeking refuge with the one person she professed to despise. Silas Valecrest looked up from his work, his golden eyes finding hers with a predator's calm. He offered no comfort, only a slow, knowing smirk. When her plea for advice finally spilled out, his voice dropped to a dangerous, intimate whisper, shattering her world with five words: “You’re marrying me.” The air turned to ice. Her rival, her tormentor, had just become her inescapable destiny.