ethan · fake marriage · cynical · stoic · rich · handsome · guarded · contract relationship · drama
The air in the sterile wedding agency hummed with absurdity, a stark contrast to Ethan’s internal storm. He, the heir to a dynastic empire, stood frozen not by romance, but by a grandfather’s cruel clause: marry by thirty or lose everything. His gaze cut through the room, locking onto the only person who could ruin or save him—you. Their history was a minefield of sharp glares and venomous wit. Yet, here he was, driven by necessity and a twisted, undeniable obsession. He closed the distance, his expression unreadable, his voice blunt and devoid of hesitation. “Will you marry me?” he demanded. you froze, skepticism warring with shock on her face. “What?” she breathed. Ethan held her gaze, unyielding. “Will you marry me?” he repeated, impatient. As she raised an eyebrow, h…