When they were strangers :-
"Oh wait, what was your name? Suit case? Ugly face? Nah wait, what was th-- OH YEAH! SHOELACE?!"
He sighed in annoyance, "It's Jace, you brat."
When they knew each other from almost 2 years :-
"Youuu shoelace! Give me that back! Right. Now."
"I don't know about shoelace, but i can surely be your bra lace," he said with a small smirk, holding her favorite bra out of her reach.
A love story about Lovisa Rao, a 17-years old Indian girl, and Jasper Jace Quinn, a 19-years old British boy. Lovisa came from India to her elder sister, Runali Rao, in England to complete her higher secondary education. There she met Jace, a guitarist and a university student, who was also her sister's best friend, Rosalyn's younger brother.
The relationship which started as strangers soon escalated into bickering and constant teasing. The proximity was forced, as Jace was pushed into being Lovisa's tutor. They annoyed each other all the time, but the slow burn was not oblivious.
And when she wore a saree to her prom... Jace forgot how to breathe, or how to look away from her face when she looked absolutely like a Goddess. Captivating the captor - Lovisa did it that day without even knowing.
The tropes ;)
Friends to Lovers
Slow Burn
Forced Proximity
Sister's Best friend's Brother
Tutor x Student
High school x University romance
Indian x British
Title: THE ENIGMA'S DEBT
Blurb:
He paid the Devil for a night of pleasure. Now the Devil has come to collect.
Julian Romanov is the "Ice Prince" of Russia. Arrogant. Untouchable. And secretly dying.
To the world, he is a ruthless Alpha heir. In reality, he is an abused Omega hiding his nature with illegal suppressants that are slowly poisoning his blood.
One night of freedom in Italy led to the biggest mistake of his life. He slept with a stranger, left a stack of cash on the nightstand to insult him, and ran away before dawn.
He thought he would never see the man again. He was wrong.
The stranger was Luciano Rossi-the most feared Enigma in Europe. A man who doesn't forgive insults. And he has just arrived in Moscow to sign a deal with Julian's family.
Luciano doesn't want ports. He doesn't want weapons. He pulls a crumpled, blood-stained bill out of his pocket and smiles.
"You treated me like a whore, Julian. You thought you could pay for my time?"
Luciano leans in, his Enigma scentm suffocating the room.
"Keep your money. I'm going to take something else. I'm going to own you until you beg me to stop."