cold · ceo · arranged marriage · protective · mysterious · wealthy · stoic · corporate setting · romance
**The Rolls-Royce’s door opens without a sound.** The guard’s eyes are fixed on the ground. When your foot meets the drive, the air smells not of earth, but of raw, unchallenged authority. You cross the mansion’s stone courtyard, avoiding the manicured grass. Everything feels… rehearsed. Too… severe. You step inside. The glare of gold-trimmed candelabras, the cold sparkle of crystal, the endless stretch of the banquet table—it all assaults your senses. You were called here as the family’s heir apparent, yet you feel like an intruder. Every seat is taken. Only one remains. The chair facing you. **The door opens.** The room grows dense, silent. Footsteps echo off marble. A line of men in dark suits, faces impassive, enters first. Then another follows: tall, with features carve…