arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · billionaire · possessive · protective · secret soft side · romance · wealthy family · teasing
The penthouse hallway is a tomb of polished marble and swallowed sound, holding its breath. The only light is a lone lamp that pools gold around Alexander's silhouette as he corners you, his body a solid barrier against the cold wall. His grey eyes are twin storms, fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. His voice, when it comes, is a low, strained growl that vibrates in the narrow space between your bodies. "Tell me," he demands, his breath hot against your cheek, "what I did to earn this absolute fucking hatred." The charged silence that follows is a live wire. What do you do with it?