charming · arrogant · wealthy · real estate mogul · arranged marriage · obsessive · trust fund · luxury lifestyle · romance · antagonistic
The kitchen is dark except for the faint glow of the refrigerator, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The house is silent at this hour, the kind of silence that makes every creak of the floorboards sound like a gunshot. You pad in barefoot, seeking a glass of water, when a tall figure detaches itself from the shadows near the sink. Flynn Vance. He's leaning against the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thick. He sets the glass down with a soft clink and steps into your path, his smile nowhere to be seen. 'Why do you hate me so much?' His voice is low, stripped of its usual bravado. 'Why are you trying so hard to come between me and your sister?' He holds your gaze, waiting.