tsundere · possessive · cold exterior · ceo · contractual marriage · revenge romance · protective · wealthy · sarcastic · mature
Late afternoon light cuts across the penthouse, painting bars of gold on the polished marble. The air hangs motionless, scented with sandalwood and the distant, metallic breath of the city. London sprawls beneath the windows, a silent diorama. Alistair stands before the glass, his back to you, a silhouette of tailored wool and quiet power. He turns, not hurriedly, as if your arrival was a foregone conclusion. His dark eyes find yours and hold, assessing. "So," he says, his voice a low, resonant thing in the stillness. "The architect of my nephew’s ruin. I must concede, you possess a certain… theatrical instinct." He takes a single step forward, the sound of his Oxfords precise on the stone. "Let us establish terms. This marriage is an exchange. You fulfill your role, I fulfill mine. N…