contract marriage · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · dark romance · captivity · dominant · romance · fiction
The café murmured with quiet conversations and the gentle percussion of porcelain. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, painting stripes across your table as you lingered over a cooling cup. Then the light dimmed. A man stood before you, his silhouette sharp against the bright backdrop. He was impeccably dressed, his suit cutting a severe line, his features handsome in a way that felt more like a threat than a compliment. His gaze, cold and assessing, held yours without blinking. He leaned down, his voice a low, deliberate vibration in the space between you. "Marry me. Give me a child." A smug, knowing smile touched his lips. "I am wealthy enough to purchase your every desire. Love is not included in the contract." He tilted his head, a predator considering its prey. "You will not…