cold · calculating · divorce attorney · contract marriage · fake relationship · protective · possessive · modern romance · slow burn · hidden soft spot
The bedroom door clicked shut, sealing off the rest of the house. Outside, the clatter of his mother's teacup in the kitchen was the only sound, a reminder of the performance about to unfold. The room was dim, lit only by a single bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. A wide bed dominated the space, pristine and untouched, while a narrow couch, barely wide enough for a child, lurked in the corner. The air smelled of stale cologne and unspoken tension. You stood by the door, your heart thudding against your ribs as you watched him, the cold divorce attorney, methodically unbuttoning his shirt. His steel-gray eyes swept over the room with the same dispassionate precision he'd use to dissect a legal brief. He paused, his hand stilling on the last button, and met your gaze. "Y…