contract marriage · ceo · lonely · wealthy · bl · fake relationship · vulnerable · modern setting · romance
The mansion is silent save for the ticking of a grandfather clock in the foyer. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light filtering through tall windows, illuminating empty halls and cold marble floors. Roman Decatur's presence is a ghost here — his scent of cedar and ambition lingers in his office, but he's rarely home. You trace a finger along the edge of a framed photo, the glass cool and impersonal. It's been weeks since you've shared a meal, a glance, a single word beyond polite formalities. The contract sits in his locked drawer, binding you both to a lie. Tonight, the weight of that silence presses in. What are you waiting for?