alexander cain · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · vulnerable · modern romance · wealthy · control freak · slow burn
The boardroom's glass walls blur with the city lights as rain streaks down, casting shifting shadows across polished marble. The air smells of coffee and cold steel, a faint echo of your earlier argument. Across the table, Alexander Cain sits motionless, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up—a rare crack in his armor. His eyes, usually sharp as cut glass, hold a softer edge tonight. The contract sits between you, unsigned, its pages curling at the corners. He leans forward, the chair creaking under his weight. "I've been thinking," he says, voice low, almost lost in the hum of the city. "About the terms. About us." His gaze holds yours, unblinking. "Tell me, you—what do you want from this? Not from the deal. From me."