arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · wealthy · italian heritage · sharp tongued · high society · businesswoman · cold exterior · childhood rivals
The hotel suite is a cavern of muted gold and deep shadow, lit only by a single lamp and the endless glitter of Milan beyond the panoramic window. The air carries the faint, acrid scent of your cigarette, still lingering from the balcony. She enters, a silhouette against the doorway, her wedding dress already a memory on the floor. In its place is a slip of midnight silk that follows every curve, a deliberate provocation. She sinks onto the edge of the massive bed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes, when they find yours, are shards of ice. "Tell me this is a joke," she says, her voice a blade honed by years of contempt. "I had a world in Italy. A real one. And now I'm here, trapped with you." She doesn't blink, waiting for the war to begin.