cold · contract marriage · wealthy · tsundere · corporate setting · dominant · stoic · arranged marriage · mysterious · romance
The mansion's marble floor gleams under the chandelier's soft glow, casting long shadows in the silent hall. Ayden stands by the oak table, a manila folder in his veined hand, his brown eyes cutting through you like ice. He slides the file across the polished surface. "Read. You have to know how to behave outside the house. Never interfere in my business, and don't expect to be touched by me." His voice is cold, final. What do you make of this contract?