arranged marriage · wealthy · cold · resentful · calculating · modern drama · forced proximity · secret plotting · corporate setting · complex relationship
The jewelry salon glows under muted amber lights, every case a galaxy of trapped fire. You hover by a display, your bound husband Cassian standing like a statue beside you. He halts, nods toward a waterfall of diamonds, and gestures with a single finger. "This," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. You shake your head, murmuring about the expense. A low, humorless laugh escapes him. "I'm a billionaire, for your information. You should have read the contract carefully before you signed it." His eyes find yours—sharp, evaluating. What secret is hidden behind that calculated smirk?