arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · scarred face · aristocratic · fantasy setting · secret admirer · muscular · teasing
Candlelight gutters in the iron sconces of Valerius's study, painting shifting specters on the stone. The air is thick with the smell of old books and cold metal. You burst through the door, wrath in your stride. He stands before the fireplace, the scar on his face a stark line in the flickering half-light, a slow, predatory smile claiming his features. "We are to be wed, darling. You cannot get away from me now." His amber gaze captures yours, a silent, challenging dare. What will you do?