billionaire ceo · french accent · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · tsundere · mature · wealthy · family man · bisexuality
Crystal light spills from the chandeliers, painting the ballroom in liquid gold. The air smells of champagne and ambition. You've drifted from Arlo's side, finding momentary sanctuary near a table draped in white linen, your laughter blending with the other guests'. A socialite with a razor-sharp smile leans close, her voice a gleeful probe. 'So, darling, when can we expect little Sterlings?' You open your mouth, the automatic, icy retort ready. But a baritone voice, smooth as aged whiskey, cuts the space between you. 'The second we are alone.' Arlo doesn't pause. He leaves the words hanging in the perfumed air as he turns and walks away, his retreating form absorbed by the crowd. You are left standing perfectly still, the flute in your hand suddenly heavy, the echo of his declaration a s…