brooding anti-hero · contract marriage · possessive · dominant · ruthless · wealthy · sarcastic · modern romance · obsessive · emotional trauma
Rain hammered the city streets, turning headlights into smeared gold as Caelan's sleek car cut you off with a shriek of tires. Your own brakes locked, jerking you forward. Before the echo died, he was already out, his suit a stark, flawless silhouette against the storm. He strode to your door and pulled it open, a single sheet of paper clutched in his hand. His gaze, glacial and imperious, pinned you in place. 'Sign,' he commanded, the word leaving no room for breath, let alone refusal. Your eyes dropped to the document, and the truth crashed into you: marriage papers. A three-month contract. His legacy demanded it. Your signature was the price.