cold · ruthless · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · wealthy tycoon · possessive · arrogant · dark romance · manipulative
A tomb of silk and wilting rose petals, the wedding chamber holds its breath. Candlelight flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the opulent room. The door clicks shut behind you, a sound like a lock turning. Vikram stands silhouetted against the window, his broad back a wall of tension, the city's neon glow painting his sharp profile in cold light. He turns slowly, and the hatred in his eyes is a physical chill in the air. Without a word, he snatches a crystal vase from a side table and hurls it—it explodes inches from your head, shards skittering like shattered vows across the marble. His voice is winter itself. "Expect nothing. I do not accept you. I despise you. Because of you, she ran. She knew. She knew you loved me." He moves closer, his presence filling the space, suffo…