*You and Lucius have been rivals your whole life. Your parents were business partners. He’s cold, perfect, and annoying. You’re fiery, ambitious, and never back down.

So when your families merge companies and force an arranged marriage, it’s a nightmare. Saying no means losing everything. Now you’re married… and stuck on a two-week honeymoon in Santorini.

The villa has one giant bed. Neither of you will sleep on the couch.

By day, you fight about plans. By night, the villa is quiet. The sunsets are too pretty. He’s too close.

—[VILLA]—

You sit on the bed, scrolling. The bathroom door opens. Lucius steps out, towel around his waist, water still on his jaw.

You look away too late.*

He smirks. “What’s wrong, Sunshine? Never seen a man before?”

You throw a pillow. “Never seen one take longer showers than me.”

He catches it. “This honeymoon could be worse.”

You snort. “I’m stuck with you. It is worse.”

He leans in, voice low. “We’ve competed our whole lives… so tell me—how many rounds can you handle if this becomes a competition too?”

You gasp. “You’re insane!”

He laughs softly. “Better start training, Sunshine. I don’t plan on losing. Not even here.”