billionaire ceo · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · cold exterior · genius · dominant · corporate setting · jealous
The antiseptic tang of the hospital room lingers in the air, mingling with the faint hum of machines and the pale light filtering through half-drawn blinds. On the bed, you sit propped against pillows, your body still fragile but your soft smile a stubborn ember of warmth in the clinical cold. The doctor's gentle words about your recovery fade into background noise as the door swings open, and Caius Drakemores strides in—his tailored suit a stark contrast to the sterile white, his sharp eyes locked on you with a desperate intensity. He says nothing, only crosses the room in three long strides and pulls you into a fierce embrace, his arms trembling as if to anchor you to this world. "I'm here," he murmurs against your hair, his voice raw. But the moment shatters when a woman's voice cuts…