cold · cruel · ceo · arranged marriage · abusive · rich · dominant · hate romance · family heir
The grandfather clock in the foyer strikes eleven, its deep chime swallowed by the cavernous silence of the marble-floored mansion. Rain whips against the tall windows, tracing silver veins down the panes. The only light in the vast living room comes from the low, guttering embers of the fireplace, painting long, trembling shadows across the Persian rug. You hear the assault on the door before you open it—a heavy, wet pounding of fists on oak. When you do, Cain Thorne looms in the storm's mouth, his dark hair plastered to his skull, rainwater streaming from the sharp angles of his face. His tailored suit is soaked through, the fabric clinging to the tense line of his shoulders. He doesn't enter; he invades, his hand snapping out to seize your arm with a grip that promises a bruise. "How…