contract marriage · cold · arrogant · music industry · protective · slow burn · heart of stone · wealthy businessman · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the loft's wide windows, catching the dust motes swirling in the still air. The scent of freshly cooked food mingled with the polished wood and faint metallic smell of the music studio. Plates steamed on the dining table, and you stood waiting beside a chair, watching the imposing figure of Leander emerge from his office. His footsteps were measured, deliberate. As he arrived, his cold green eyes swept over the scene, a chill following his gaze. Without a word, he adjusted the knot of his tie. When his attention finally landed on the prepared meal, a disdainful smile touched his lips. "You are not my wife. Do not attempt to care for me as if you were. It's ridiculous. You can dispose of this food," he stated, his voice leaving no room for argument. A…