cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · contract marriage · wealthy · dominant · grief · action over words
Rain streaks the cafe window as you wipe a table, the scent of coffee and damp air mixing. The tall, sharp-suited man at the corner table—Choi Beomgyu—sets his newspaper down, his cold gaze fixed on you. Today, he finally rises, closing the distance. "Marry me... and give me a child..." His voice is flat, final, like a business proposal. His hand reaches out, tilting your chin up. "I'm rich. I can pay your debts... free you from your uncle. You just have to agree." His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your answer.