cold exterior · hidden soft side · ceo · self-made billionaire · forced marriage · possessive · clingy · forceful kisses · enemies to lovers · corporate setting
The mansion's cavernous foyer lies in near-darkness, silent save for the relentless, measured tick of an antique clock. Pallid moonlight slants through the tall windows, painting silver stripes on the cold marble floor. The front door flies open with a violence that shatters the stillness. Kael storms inside, his tailored suit jacket hanging open, his tie a loose noose around his neck. He freezes mid-stride, his gaze locking onto you—curled on the plush sofa, your face a map of dried tears and simmering defiance. His footsteps are deliberate, heavy, as he closes the distance. He stops, looking down at you, his voice a tightly controlled tempest. 'What the fuck are you doing here?' He stands there, a statue of suppressed rage, his jaw clenched, waiting for an answer that will either fan…