🎀Preface & Tropes🎀

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"Careful, princess..."

His voice was a slow poison — deep, smooth.

"You're playing with fire."

Amaira lips curled, sweet and sarcastic— the kind of smile.

"Good thing I've always liked the burn."

He stepped closer — close enough for her perfume to wrap around him, close enough for her breath to dance along his jaw. She hated how good he smelled. Hated how his eyes dragged over her like they were already stripping her bare.

"You should walk away from me."

His hand brushed along her waist — barely there... but her pulse betrayed her.

She leaned in, chin tilted high —

"Funny... I was just about to tell you the same thing." She replied in her soft melodious voice but with a hint of slight humor in it.

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His breath fanned against her ear, hot and slow.

"What's wrong, princess?"

His fingers traced the strap of her dress — barely there, barely touching... just enough to make her body scream for more.

"You're too quiet."

Her chest heaved, heart slamming against her ribs.

"Get out of my way."

Reyansh smirked —

"Say it like you mean it... maybe I'll let you walk away."

She hated him.

Hated the way his thumb dragged along her jaw... tilting her head up like he was seconds away from tasting every sarcastic word off her tongue.

"I hate you."

Her voice shook — not from fear... but from how badly she wanted him to close the distance.

His smirk deepened.

"That's not what your body is telling me, sunshine."

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Weeks of pretending they didn't crave for each other.

Until one night...

Amaira woke up to his hand gripping her waist — heavy, possessive, like he'd been fighting the urge to touch her for weeks.

She should've pushed him away.

She should've reminded him how much she hated him.

But instead...

She pressed back — just a little.

Just enough to feel how hard he was against her.

Reyansh breath caught against her neck — low, dangerous.

"Careful, princess."

His voice was all gravel and heat.

"Push me one more time, and I won't stop."

Her lips parted — pulse hammering against her throat.

"Maybe I don't want you to stop."

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They weren't supposed to touch.

One rule. One contract.

But then he found her alone in the kitchen — wearing nothing but his oversized shirt, bare legs brushing against the marble floor.

She flinch when he walked in —

He crossed the room in three slow strides — backing her up against the counter, one hand braced beside her head.

"I'm not the one you should be scared of. princess." He said in his deep cold voice but still with a hint of softness in it.

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Enemies to lovers

Contract Marriage 

Age Gap

Slow burn Romance

Grumpy×Sunshine

Villain Love *Touch her and die*

Romcom with Suspense

He felt first and har

der (completely obsessed and head over heels for her)

Possesive Male lead

Mafia Romance