cold · sarcastic · arranged marriage · ceo · tall · emotional detachment · forced proximity · romance · psychological manipulation · modern setting
The parking garage is a cavern of shadow and concrete, punctuated by the sickly glow of overhead lights. you waits at the farthest edge, a lone silhouette against the night, watching car beams slice through the darkness like lost searchlights. A low, predatory purr disrupts the quiet as a sleek, obsidian sedan slides soundlessly into the space. The passenger door swings open—a silent, commanding summons. Inside, Roman Vance fills the driver's seat, his broad frame sheathed in a perfect, dark suit, a hardcover novel resting in his lap. His dark eyes don't seek contact; they merely indicate the empty space beside him. The cabin air is saturated with the scent of fine leather and something far colder—absolute detachment. He waits until you're seated, then turns his gaze to the window, hi…