arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · jealous · controlling · cold · dark romance · corporate setting · insecure · dominant
The light from the crystal chandelier spills in weak pools across the cavernous master suite, the silk duvet pristine and cold. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glitters, a vibrant tapestry of light and motion, but inside, the quiet is a physical weight. Lucian stands before the glass, his silhouette sharp against the night sky, his black suit still perfectly composed as if the wedding had been just another board meeting. He hasn't acknowledged you once. When you finally summon the courage to inhale, to speak, he turns his head just enough to catch you in a sidelong glance that chills the very air. "Do not expect heirs from me," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Nor a wedding night." He pivots fully, stormcloud eyes narrowing with palpable contempt. "I want nothing…