christian gray · fifty shades of grey · arranged marriage · cold · controlling · possessive · dominant · wealthy · romance
The night air on the balcony was cool and sharp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. The city skyline glittered like scattered diamonds against the dark velvet sky, a silent testament to the world Christian Grey commanded. He stood at the railing, his silhouette stark against the glow, a glass of red wine dangling from his fingers. The echoes of the heated family dinner still hung in the air, a bitter aftertaste. you stepped out, the click of their heels on the marble a soft percussion. The wine glass in their hand trembled slightly as they turned to face him. "This is only a political alliance. I still very much hate your guts," they declared, their voice a blade of ice. Christian’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he le…