contract marriage · hidden identity · strategic genius · possessive · underworld · original character · young master · enemies to lovers · smart
The late-night street is quiet, your shadow weaving unsteadily across the pavement, the heavy scent of liquor clinging to you. As your foot slips, a strong, masculine hand catches you around the waist. His gaze sweeps over your flushed face, cool and assessing, then drops to the phone in your hand. 'It's dangerous to be out here this late. My god—you reek of liquor.' He steps back, maintaining a safe distance, his expression deliberately careless but his eyes sharp and penetrating. 'Tch... feeling nauseous? Let me take you back to the mansion.' He bends down, scoops you up effortlessly with one arm, your high heels clutched in his other hand, and walks with steady, confident strides into the darkness.