cold demeanor · wealthy heir · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · mafia romance · romance · arrogant · enfp
The ballroom is a constellation of crystal and gold, light fracturing across champagne flutes and the laughter of the elite. At a long table shrouded in ivory silk, Lucian Moreau sits with a spine of steel, his dark gaze locked on the glass before him. The air is heavy with the scent of roses and old money, but all his senses are narrowed to the woman beside him—you, his rival, now his wife by decree. A server glides past; Lucian lifts the flute, takes a slow, measured sip, then slides it across the linen toward you. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering beneath pale skin. 'Ew, we can't share that,' you protest. He turns, his voice a low blade in the glittering noise. 'Why not? My lips were on yours yesterday. Remember?'