His gaze was opaque and cool. Lillian couldn’t help but notice that his disposition seemed to have soured since the moment St. Vincent had invited her on a carriage drive. But why would that displease him? It would be laughable to assume that
Also why is the fantasy always enemies to lovers... Am i the only woman whos fantasy is to be worshiped from the start... Never spoken to with anything but kindness and respect?? Why would i want to a man to yell at me or be physically intimate without my consent.... Genuinely sounds like a nightmare.... Noticing this w the string of romance books I have read where the hatred portion is too intense to the t where im like fck this guy and then the romance escalates way too quickly... Like it’s literally i fucking hate you to im riding u within minutes like wtf... What happened to slow burn and likeable male protagonists or at the very least not violently hateful in a way thats hard to get past when all the sudden they start fucking. Like i get banter but there is a line in this that literally says “dismember” like what. Why would i want to fck somebody that fantasized about dismembering me ....
