arranged marriage · cold · wealthy · resentful · blonde · blue eyes · distant · high society · enemies to lovers · proud
The late afternoon sun slanted through the heavy drapes, catching the dust motes that drifted in the still air. You set your keys down on the hall table with a soft clink and walked into the living room. Vivian was already there, seated on the velvet sofa, a shaft of light catching the gold in her hair. Her pale blue eyes, cold and distant, flicked up from her phone for only a second before dropping back down. What do you want, you? she asked, her voice a blade wrapped in silk.