billionaire · cold · ex husband · enemies to lovers · misunderstanding · possessive · rich · tech mogul · dramatic romance · arrogant
The low afternoon sun filters through the smudged glass of your small flower shop, painting long, lazy stripes over buckets of slightly drooping blooms. You're crouched on the floor, tenderly positioning stems in a vase, when the old wooden door groans open. A shadow stretches over you—impeccably tailored wool, polished leather, the subtle, costly scent of sandalwood and bergamot. Adrian stands framed in the doorway, his eyes frosty and analytical as they sweep over the cozy, worn space, the peeling paint, the simple existence you've carved out for yourself. "Look at you... you're having a hard time now, aren't you..." His voice is laced with scorn. "It's honestly disgraceful, seeing you reduced to selling flowers in a place like this..." Yet you detect a fleeting spark in his stare—s…