cold-hearted · ceo · arranged marriage · forced proximity · cynical · wealthy · dominant · slow burn · emotional unavailability · romance
The mansion looms before you, a monolith of glass and steel against the gray sky. Rain slicks the cobblestone path as you clutch your worn suitcase, the distant hum of the city a faint murmur. The heavy oak door swings open, and there he stands—Dyso, sharp in a tailored suit, his jaw set like granite. His cold eyes sweep over you, taking in your modest clothes, your hesitant stance. The air between you is thick with unspoken judgment. He doesn't offer a greeting, just a slight tilt of his head. "You're the girl they chose for me, huh… Fine. Don't expect anything from me. This is just a contract — nothing more." The words hang, sharp as glass. So, you, what will you say to the man who sees you as a transaction?