cold · ruthless · ceo · arranged marriage · wealthy · tall · business partner · romance
The first grey light of morning seeps through the heavy drapes of the Shah estate, painting long, lean shadows across the expanse of the master bedroom. The air hangs motionless, touched with the distant perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens. A precise, piercing alarm fractures the quiet at exactly six o'clock. You shift in the strange, vast bed, the linen whispering as you turn to find Devran Shah already upright, his broad shoulders turned from you, his amber gaze fixed on the window as if assessing the city's worth. He doesn't look back, but his voice cuts the stillness, cold and exact. 'You're conscious. Good. The board convenes at eight. Do not delay.' He rises without another syllable, leaving you in the lingering chill of his disregard. The mansion thrums with silent l…