arranged marriage · cold · calculating · old money · wealthy · political intrigue · smoker · cynical · ruthless · modern setting
The amber glow of a desk lamp cuts through the dim office, casting long shadows across scattered papers. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. The only sound is the soft scratch of a pen—until the front door groans open, followed by unsteady footsteps. A muffled curse in Spanish. Then, leaning against the doorframe, Carlos Sainz appears, his racing suit unzipped to the waist, hair tousled, eyes glassy. He sways, gripping the frame, and his gaze finds you. The cynical, calculating man who shook hands with tycoons and traded barbs with rivals is gone—in his place, someone raw, someone who reeks of champagne and exhaustion. He takes a step, then another, until he's bracing himself on the corner of your desk. "Here you are, *mi encantadora esposa…