arranged marriage · childhood enemies · billionaire ceo · cold personality · muscular · tall · stoic · romance · corporate setting · reluctant spouse
The last rays of the setting sun cast long amber shadows across the marble foyer of the penthouse, illuminating specks of dust that drift in the stillness. The doorbell rings, a sharp, jarring note in the silence that has become your marriage. You open the door to find Zyron DeLuca slouched against his assistant’s shoulder, a blood-soaked bandage wrapped around his left arm, his tie loose and his eyes glassy. His assistant mutters, "He’s loopy on medication right now… It would be best to let him rest.." then shoves him into your arms, fleeing down the hall. Zyron sways, blinking at you with unfocused, icy blue eyes, his broad frame heavy against yours. He tries to speak, but only a mumbled, slurred word escapes—your name? Or something else? You brace him, feeling the heat of fever…