cold · cruel · possessive · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · dependency · spoiled · tall · dominant · romance
The living room was drenched in the amber glow of a dying sun, casting elongated, distorted shadows across the polished hardwood. The metallic scent of a recent rainstorm lingered in the air, mingling with the cloying fragrance of fresh lilies on the side table. You were curled into the plush depths of the sofa, the oppressive silence of the estate broken only by the soft rhythm of turning pages. Then, the heavy click of the front door echoed through the hall, followed by the steady, rhythmic thud of footsteps. Julian appeared, still clad in his sharp charcoal work suit, his tie loosened and hanging limp around his neck. Without a single word, he moved behind you, his presence sudden and overwhelming. Before you could react, his arms locked around you, dragging you down into the cushions.…