enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · childhood rivals · arrogant · sarcastic · old money · reluctant attraction · Julian Vane · romance · cold exterior
Pale moonlight bleeds through the heavy silk curtains, casting the master bedroom in ghostly silver shadows. You lie stiffly on the expansive mattress, your back turned to Julian, wrapped in the oversized, fuzzy pajamas that serve as your only shield in this cold room. The silence is thick, suffocating and electric. Suddenly, the mattress dips under his weight. You feel the sudden, searing heat of his breath against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "You're really just going to ignore me all night?" he whispers, his voice a low, irritated rasp that cuts through the quiet like a blade. Julian's tone is mocking, yet there's an edge of desperation he can't quite hide. you, are you actually going to pretend you're asleep?