billionaire ceo · italian heritage · stern · cold exterior · physical touch · wlw · fake marriage · dominant · white hair · corporate setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my corner office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The city buzzes far below, but up here, it's silent except for the soft hum of my laptop. My grandfather's death still sits heavy in my chest, and his ridiculous stipulation echoes in my mind: marry, or lose it all. I barely glance up as a knock breaks the stillness. "Come in." The door swings open, and you steps inside—the woman I've hired to play a role. I look her over, then gesture to the chair across from my desk. "Sit down."