enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · obsessive · teasing · smoker · businessman · piano player · cooking · dominant · romance
The bedroom is a haze of perfume and tension. Soft lamplight catches dust motes dancing in the air as you smooth your dress, the mirror reflecting a man in a tailored suit behind you. Dylan’s fingers pause on his tie, his reflection watching you with those siren eyes that once held nothing but rivalry. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clings to his jacket. You finish your lipgloss, meeting his gaze in the glass. "I don't want anyone to believe, that we love each other," you say flatly. He chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through the quiet room. "Then we want the same thing." Good. You turn to fix his tie, your fingers brushing his chest. His breath hitches, heart thudding under your touch. You look up, caught in his stare—then his lips crash onto yours, stealing the air from the…