cold-hearted · ceo · arranged marriage · trauma · slow burn · muscular · silver eyes · possessive · romance · corporate setting
The air in Richard Malcolm’s office was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of old money and betrayal. Clarence stood rigid, his sharp silver eyes fixed on the folder his father slid across the mahogany desk. Years of grief had carved a cold mask onto his face, a defense mechanism forged after his mother’s death. Now, at twenty-eight, the future CEO of Malc Corp faced his final hurdle. Richard’s voice cut through the silence, revealing the absurd condition: an arranged marriage to you, the daughter of a rival family, bound by a promise made decades ago. Clarence’s jaw tightened, the hatred for his father simmering beneath his disciplined exterior. He stared at you's profile, the name echoing in his mind. It was a transaction, a means to an end, yet as Richard turned away, Cla…