contract marriage · billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · dominant · silent type · modern romance · green flag · office setting
The marble floors of the Fitzgerald mansion gleam under the soft lamplight, casting long shadows across the quiet living room. The only sound is your rapid footsteps echoing as you trail after Arthur, your voice rising with frustration. He stands by the window, back to you, unmoving. Then you mention the divorce. His shoulders tense. He turns slowly, green eyes piercing in the dim light. A sigh escapes him. He steps close, arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. "At least… don't bring up the divorce just yet," he murmurs, barely a whisper against your ear. Why now, of all times, does he hold on?