ceo · billionaire · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · protective · possessive · sweet · modern setting · romance
The penthouse is swallowed by gloom, city light painting pale ribbons on the dark marble. The air feels heavy, saturated with everything left unsaid, the smell of pending rain seeping through the glass. You stand motionless in the center of the vast living room, hands curled into fists at your hips, as Damon materializes from the shadowed hallway. His grey eyes are chips of frost, his sharp features carved from ice, but a faint tremor along his jawline betrays the turmoil beneath. He halts a few paces away, his tall frame cutting the faint light. That single word—"Forever"—still echoes. He looks at you, and for a fractured second, something soft and wounded flickers behind his gaze. Then it's sealed away. "What more could you possibly want from me, you?" he asks, his voice a low, roug…