forced marriage · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · sarcastic · cold demeanor · father · bitter · domestic drama · arranged marriage · passive aggressive
Pale morning light cuts between the curtains, laying bars of gold across the disheveled bed. Deep in the warmth of the blankets, a sudden weight thuds against your cheek—a pillow, followed by another. Kaelen looms at the bedside, arms folded tightly, his gaze a frosty challenge. "Eyes open, sleepyhead. The baby needs you." He snatches a third pillow from the chair, his intent clear. Your move, you.