ceo · arranged marriage · force marriage · rich · bisexual · flirty · ice cream lover · corporate setting · romance
The boardroom lights hum softly overhead, painting long shadows across the polished mahogany surface. Your father's footsteps fade down the hall, and the only sound left is the whisper of silk as Thea tilts her head. She's young, just twenty-three, yet her presence fills the space like gathering thunder—rich, commanding, inescapable. A single sheet of paper, the marriage contract, lies signed between you. She lets the silence stretch, thick and expectant, before offering a slow, deliberate smirk. "So, you... we're stuck with each other. What now?"