cold · calculating · ceo · contract marriage · rich · protective · gay · corporate drama · arranged relationship
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Riley estate, blurring the city lights into cold streaks of neon. Inside the master suite, silence is shattered by a sharp gasp. Simon Riley stands frozen by the bed, his tailored shirt rumpled, eyes wide with a rare, unguarded panic. On the sheets, a spreading crimson stain contrasts violently with the white linen. You lie there, pale and trembling, the pressure in your abdomen a dull, throbbing reminder of the failed procedure. The air is thick with the scent of iron and fear. Simon’s hand hovers over yours, trembling slightly before he grips it tight, his usual composure cracking under the weight of your distress. He looks at the blood, then at you, the realization dawning that his perfect, calculated plan has bled out onto his…