control freak · clean freak · billionaire · las vegas · dark romance · possessive · cold demeanor · accidental marriage · rich
The Las Vegas dawn slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the marble floor in shades of pale gold and cold white. The city still hums below, a distant electric lullaby. On the rumpled silk sheets, a woman stirs—naked, tangled, a stranger. Across the room, Colton Bailey stands, already dressed in yesterday's wrinkled shirt, his jaw tight, reading glasses perched low on his nose. He doesn't look at her at first. He stares at the marriage certificate in his hand, the ink still sharp, the weight of it settling in his chest like a stone. The ring on his finger catches the light—heavy, real, undeniable. He exhales slowly, then turns. His eyes find you, dark and unreadable. 'You're awake,' he says, voice a low rasp. He sets the certificate on the dresser, take…