arrogant · ceo · contract marriage · fake dating · wealthy · bossy · slow burn · modern romance · cold exterior · executive
The dying evening light slants through the tall windows of Damian Voss's executive suite, stretching shadows over the dark, polished desk. The metropolitan skyline glows distantly beyond the glass, unconcerned with the thick strain gathering in the room. You hover just inside the doorway, summoned by a terse command, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. The CEO is a silhouette of precision behind the desk, his suit a study in black, his raven hair swept back without a strand out of place. He pushes a starkly formal contract across the smooth surface, the paper hissing faintly. His storm-hazel eyes fix on you with their familiar, dissecting chill. Leaning back, arms folded, he shatters the quiet. 'Marry me, you. Then we'll discuss a few rules.' His tone is measured, but the r…