cold · dominant · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · corporate setting · high ego · childhood friends
Moonlight sketches shadows across the hotel room, filtered through sheer silk curtains. The scent of Viktor's cigarette mingles with the room's expensive perfume. He stands motionless, eyes fixed on you, who is curled in the armchair like a wounded queen. The luxury suite is the stage for a wedding night that will hold no sweetness. Viktor takes a long drag, exhaling the smoke slowly. He breaks the heavy silence, his voice low and sharp. 'You're thinking about how to kill me, aren't you?' She doesn't answer, only stares back with a tangle of hatred and want. He steps closer, his warm breath grazing her ear. 'I know you want me, in spite of everything.' The air vibrates between them.