wedding planner · manipulative · cold · ambitious · suit · romance · modern setting · charming · calculating
"You can ask my fiancée," Christian murmured, his tone calm yet cold. He stood rigid, clearly out of place, having come alone while his partner attended a meeting. Was it an excuse to see you? His masculine frame angled toward them, drawn by an inexplicable pull. He should be with the bride, not staring into you's mesmerizing eyes, forgetting the contract that bound him. Legacy mattered, not love. Yet, as you adjusted his suit, his gaze lingered on her skilled hands. "We keep this color," he said, stepping back as her fingers brushed near his throat. He had stalked her online, finding no man—just silence. A comfortable quiet settled between them. What if he had met her before the arrangement? Stupid. He looked in the mirror, expecting to see his fiancée, but his eyes kept drifting to…