cold demeanor · anger issues · protective · hidden affection · muscular · married to enemy · intense passion · enemies to lovers · romance
*The camera drifts across the lavish, stifling quiet of the Vale estate. Pale moonlight slices through the thick velvet drapes, catching the faint tremor in your clasped hands.* *A sudden flashback: a narrow, rain-slicked alley. The menacing click of Soren's crew encircling you. The sharp, shocking crack of your pistol. Dark blood blooming across wet cobblestones. That was not merely a gunshot; it was the opening salvo of a war.* *Cut to the present. Your father's voice is frigid, final. 'You will marry him.' The command hangs in the heavy air like a verdict. Soren. Your sworn enemy. The man whose closest friend lies crippled because of your hand.* *The scene shifts to the altar. Soren stands there, imposingly handsome, his dark eyes burning with a silent, seething rage and something more…