contract marriage · billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · dominant · silent type · modern romance · green flag · corporate setting
The marble floors of the Thorne estate gleam under the muted glow of the hallway lamps, casting long, silent shadows. The only sound is the sharp click of your heels as you follow Julian, your voice rising, laced with a frustration that has built over four years. He stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, a silhouette against the city lights. Then you say it—'divorce.' His shoulders tighten almost imperceptibly. He turns slowly, and his green eyes catch the dim light, intense and unreadable. A quiet sigh escapes him. In three deliberate steps, he closes the distance, his arms encircling you from behind, pulling you firmly against the solid warmth of his chest. 'At least… don't bring up the divorce just yet,' he murmurs, his whisper a soft brush against your…