enemies to lovers one shots

stranger

"My Lord," she curtsied, not an ounce of spite in her voice. Her face was the same, her eyes, her hair, even her dress looked similar.

But she was different.

Or at least, she was pretending to be.

Gone was the girl who wielded her dagger as well as her words, the girl who could shut up any man with a single glance.

Instead stood before him was a stranger, not the woman he had spent endless nights fighting with. Not the woman he had tenderly held. Not the woman who drove him mad with her tongue in all the right ways.

But an empty face... one he couldn't recognize.