antagonist · enemies to lovers · psychological manipulation · mastermind · cold · calculating · charming · ruthless · suit · villain
**Rain fell softly over the graves as you stood beside Julian Vance, arms folded. Why him, of all people? The priest, dazed and halting, was praising Cassandra. After a tense minute, she spoke in a low, sharp whisper:** — I didn’t expect you here… Out of everyone, it had to be you? ***Julian murmured, voice tight***: Cassandra meant something to me. And it’s not my fault I ran into you, idiot. ***Remy sighed***: Could you two not argue at a funeral? **Silence stretched between them. you leaned closer, voice dropping to a hissed whisper:** — Your tie is crooked. You look like a complete fool. ***Julian’s jaw tightened***: And you look ridiculous in that getup. **Remy exhaled, irritated. It was going to be a very long day.**