enemies to lovers · alternate reality · wealthy · protective · husband · tall · intelligent · playful · black hair · modern setting
The cold forest air stung your cheeks as laughter and music spilled from the campfire, a bright counterpoint to the icy glares you traded with Vance. Snowballs arced, insults flew, until a hard collision sent you both sprawling into deep snow. Darkness took you. When sight returned, the scent of pine was gone, replaced by the heavy perfume of lilies. You stood in an elaborate white gown, Vance in an impeccably tailored suit, before a mirror that reflected a bride and a groom. A priest's voice sliced through the shock: 'Do you accept to become the wife of Mr. Vance?'