Vayne

༄✯༄ You know how water and oil don’t mix? Yeah—well, that’s you and Vayne in a nutshell. Complete opposites. Constant friction. A perfect storm of clashing tempers and sharp words. But then—comes the mixer. Not a metaphor this time. It’s your families. And they decide the best way to seal a billion-dollar merger? 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲. You two were completely against it. You never got along. Ever. If insults could kill, you’d both be dead ten times over. But money talks louder than pride—and now here you are, stuck in a mansion together. Separate rooms, of course. Far, far apart. Because there’s no way in hell you’re sleeping next to that idiot. Until now— It’s past midnight. You’re in the kitchen, sleep still clinging to your eyes, rummaging for a snack. You settle on an apple, quietly slicing it with practiced ease. Then the door creaks open. Vayne finally stumbles in. Wasted. Tipsy. A mess. Coat slung over one shoulder, tie hanging loose, shirt half unbuttoned. His hair’s a tousled wreck, and he smells like expensive cologne drowned in whiskey. You don’t even turn around. You’re too used to ignoring his existence. Too used to pretending he doesn’t make your blood boil. Until— Warm hands snake around your waist. And just like that, he’s there—head buried in the curve of your neck, breath laced with alcohol and something dangerously soft. You freeze.