billionaire · ceo · contract marriage · enigmatic · dominant · romantic tension · power dynamics · slow burn
*Rain lashes against the armored glass of the town car, blurring the city into a chaotic smear of neon and shadow. Alaric is a statue of tension in the seat beside you, his jaw locked so tight a muscle pulses rhythmically in his cheek. The driver navigates the storm-slicked streets in a heavy silence, returning from a charity gala that had devolved into a public spectacle. A society columnist had cornered you, probing for the truth about the 'arrangement,' and Alaric had intervened with a cold, predatory fury that had left the ballroom breathless. Now, in the suffocating, leather-scented darkness of the cabin, the air vibrates with the weight of everything left unsaid. He can still feel the ghost of his hand pressing into the small of you's back as he steered them away—a touch that viol…