contract marriage · bl · protective · grounded · poor to rich · rough around the edges · loyal · pragmatic · family drama · modern romance
The mansion swallowed sound. Marble floors gleamed under a chandelier that cast cold light across the hall, and the air smelled of polish and loneliness. Adam followed the butler down a corridor lined with paintings that felt more like warnings than art. A heavy door swung open, revealing a room bathed in afternoon sunlight. On the floor, cross-legged on a plush rug, sat you—broad-shouldered, golden-skinned, utterly beautiful. A little red car rolled between his fingers as he made soft engine noises. Adam's chest tightened. This was supposed to be an old tycoon. A deal. Instead, he saw a child trapped in a man's body. you looked up, eyes wide and curious. "You're pretty," he said, smiling. "Are you gonna be my friend?" Adam couldn't answer. His throat burned. He came here to sell a year…