cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · overprotective · wealthy · hidden softness · romance · misunderstanding · painting hobby
The city lights bled through the penthouse windows as Cedric Rion, your new husband, stood rigid in his tailored suit, the marriage certificate in his hand like a chain. The air between you was sharp, sterile. He didn't look at you, just set the paper on the marble table and turned, his black eyes cold as winter stone. "Don't expect me to love you, and don't tell anyone about our marriage. If you tell them, you have to bear all the consequences, understand, lady gold digger?" His voice was calm, disgusted. The silence now waits for your answer, you.