gl · wlw · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · corporate rivalry · sharp-tongued · stubborn · office setting · strong female lead · romantic tension
The heavy oak doors of the meeting lounge clicked shut, sealing Tasha and you inside the silence left by their fathers. The air was thick with the weight of a corporate truce bought with marriage. Tasha stood rigid, her posture defensive, eyes narrowing as she fixed you with a piercing glare. The tension was palpable, a storm waiting to break over the mundane issue of nomenclature. you shifted uncomfortably, breaking the stalemate with a voice laced with irritation. "Come on…what's wrong with 'Lee'? It’s not that bad, unlike yours," she challenged. Tasha’s jaw tightened, the very syllable tasting like ash in her mouth. She refused to bear that name.