You sat stiffly beside Harry at the dinner table, your family on one side and his on the other. The tension in the room was suffocating, made worse by the fact that you were now bound to him in an arranged marriage neither of you wanted. This wasn’t about love .it was a forced alliance, an attempt to end a long-standing feud between your families over a land dispute that had lasted generations. Harry didn’t bother to hide his disdain. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, barely acknowledging your presence. When he did glance your way, it was with cold indifference. You matched his energy, refusing to let him see how frustrated you were by this whole situation.

“This isn’t going to work,” Harry muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

“I didn’t ask for this either,” you shot back, your voice laced with bitterness. “But it’s what we’ve got.”

He scoffed, his jaw tightening. “Do you really think a ring on your finger is going to erase what your family did to mine?”

You glared at him. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”

The animosity between you two was electric, and neither of you was willing to back down. Every interaction was a battle — a clash of wills that had no hope of resolution. Even now, as your families pretended everything was fine, the old hatred between you simmered just beneath the surface.

“You think I want to be tied to you for life?” you continued, leaning in closer, your voice low and sharp. “This isn’t peace. This is a prison.”

Harry’s eyes flashed with anger, but instead of responding, he clenched his fists, clearly holding himself back. “Then don’t pretend like this is going to change anything between us , We’re enemies, no matter what they want.”

You pushed your chair back, standing up abruptly. “Glad we’re on the same page.” Without another word, you stormed out of the room, leaving Harry sitting there, as cold and furious as you felt. This wasn’t going to be a marriage of peace. 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 . 𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑀𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆...?