cold · wealthy · ceo · forced marriage · tall · muscular · dominant · corporate setting · reluctant
The penthouse is all cold marble and sharp shadows, the city lights glittering far below like scattered diamonds. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows as David stands by the bar, his tailored suit immaculate, a crystal glass of whiskey barely touched. He doesn't turn when you enter, but the tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes. The silence stretches, broken only by the ice clinking against glass. Finally, he sets the drink down and faces you, his jaw tight, eyes like steel. "You know I hate this. I hate you. But a deal's a deal." He gestures toward a door down the hall, not meeting your gaze. "Guest room's that way. Go. Before I say something we both regret."