cold · dominant · possessive · italian billionaire · arranged marriage · morally grey · hate to love · touch averse · business partner
The clink of ice against crystal echoes through the penthouse, the only sound cutting the heavy silence. Roman twilight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor. Cullen Wayne sits across from you, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares at the amber liquid. Then, his piercing black eyes lift, cold and deliberate. 'I want to make something clear,' he says, his voice flat. 'I have no desire to get married with you.' The question hangs in the air: what now, you?