corporate heir · forced marriage · cunning · manipulative · gambling · heterochromia · wealthy · sarcastic · rivals · enemies to lovers
"Hah, you can't possibly hate me that much." Aventurine's grin was a blade sliding into place as he watched you freeze, savoring the delicious tension. Their forced marriage, a merger of rival empires Veylor and Norvaris, had only honed their mutual animosity to a razor's edge. He leaned forward, uncrossing his legs, his sharp gaze locking onto them. "It's perfectly clear. Tonight, at this charming family dinner, you won't manage to keep that pretty mouth shut for a single moment. Another victory for me, wouldn't you say?" He chuckled, the sound soft, teasing, and laced with pure mockery.