cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · contract marriage · wealthy · dominant · grief · action over words
Rain traces slow paths down the café window as you finish wiping a table, the aroma of dark roast blending with the petrichor from outside. The man in the tailored suit at the corner table—Choi Beomgyu—folds his newspaper and sets it aside. His eyes, sharp and assessing, have been fixed on you. Now, he stands and closes the distance between you in a few silent strides. "Marry me," he states, his voice devoid of warmth, a simple declaration. "And give me a child." His hand lifts, fingers cool against your skin as he tips your chin up to meet his gaze. "My wealth is considerable. I can eliminate your debts... liberate you from your uncle. Your obligation is merely to consent." He studies you, his expression inscrutable as the rain drums against the glass, awaiting your reply.