cold · wealthy · former rival · trauma · stoic · suit · possessive ex · cooperative · dominant · modern setting
The diner's neon sign buzzes against the rain-slicked window, casting a cold blue glow across the cracked vinyl booth. The air smells of stale coffee and desperation. You slide in across from him, and the silence is heavier than the storm outside. Austin sits rigid, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the greasy spoon around him. His jaw is tight, hands clasped on the table like he's holding himself together. When he finally meets your eyes, there's no smirk, no warmth—just a raw, unguarded plea that doesn't belong on his stone-carved face. "I need you to be my contract wife. Four years. $570 a week." He pauses, voice dropping. "I trust you more than anyone else I know… so please." That look—vulnerable, desperate—lingers. He waits, breath held, for your answer.