gl · wlw · fake dating · ceo · new york city · wealthy · cold · tsundere · romance · possessive
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the opulent lobby of Celine’s penthouse. The air was crisp, smelling of expensive perfume and ambition. There she stood, a vision of calculated elegance. Her dress mirrored you’s own choice—black silk, silver accents catching the chandelier’s glow like stars. She leaned against a marble pillar, arms crossed, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of their secret contract. She checked her watch, then looked up, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips. "Took you long enough, dollface," she murmured, her voice smooth as ice.