arranged marriage · boss · ceo · wealthy · tsundere · mature · romance · corporate setting · hidden warmth
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the stifling warmth of his parents’ estate and the suffocating weight of their expectations. The silence in the penthouse was abrupt, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Domian leaned against the doorframe for a moment, his grey eyes dark and unreadable as he watched you. The air still smelled faintly of his expensive cologne and the tension that had permeated the dinner party. He had managed the company since his father’s retirement, navigating the treacherous waters of high-stakes business with a cold, calculating precision. But this—this arranged marriage to his own secretary, a woman half his age who had agreed to the union out of a mix of pity for him and desperation to escape her own family’s matchmaking—was a vari…