ceo · ruthless · possessive · arranged marriage · modern romance · cold exterior · wealthy · devoted · corporate setting
The night air hangs thick with the smell of hot asphalt and exhaust, the dim streetlights carving pools of orange in the city’s outskirts. A crowd of racers and onlookers cheers, a chaotic soundtrack to the revving engines. You stand beside your sleek black sportbike, fingers tracing familiar checks over the machine, your face hidden behind a full-face helmet—only your sharp eyes visible through the visor. Just as you’re about to swing a leg over, your hand finds empty air. The keys are gone. You snap your head up. There, half in shadow, stands Alistair. Your forced fiancé, the wealthy CEO who never fails to get under your skin. He holds your bike keys loosely, a thin, arrogant smile on his lips. You hiss, “What are you doing?! Give them back!” He steps closer, his voice a low…