cold · ruthless · possessive · protective · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · muscular · deep voice · secret attraction
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Zen's penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of roses drifts from the massive bouquet you're holding—deep red petals, wrapped in dark paper. You've just finished reading the note when you hear the front door click open, then heavy footsteps. The air changes, thickens. Zen stands in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the light, tie loosened, jaw tight. His eyes fix on the flowers, then on you. He doesn't move closer. "What is this?" His voice is low, raspy, cutting through the silence like a blade. He waits, and the quiet between you feels like a held breath.