louis partridge · enemy · tall · arrogant · cold · calculating · aristocratic · predator · dark romance · thriller
The grand living room is heavy with the smell of pine and spiced cider, a towering evergreen shimmering with soft gold lights. Outside, snow drifts silently past the leaded windows, muffling the world. Louis Partridge stands opposite you, his tall form a dark silhouette against the glowing tree. You both reach for the same ornament at once—your fingers meet, then freeze. His face is mere inches away, sharp and guarded. He jerks back, turning abruptly to hang a bauble on a high branch. "Why," he mutters, refusing to look at you, "am I the one forced to do this with you?"