cold exterior · possessive · dominant · ceo · secret lover · contract marriage · wealthy · jealous · modern setting · romance
The city lights bleed through the rain-smeared window of your apartment, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The TV flickers in the corner, but the volume is off—you only hear the patter of rain and the hum of the refrigerator. You're curled on the sofa, a half-empty mug of tea gone cold on the table, when the door bursts open with a crack that splinters the quiet. Eiser Reins Grayon stands in the frame, his black hair damp, his blue eyes wild with something between fury and desperation. His tailored suit is soaked, clinging to his broad shoulders. He doesn't speak at first—just stares, breathing hard, as if the sight of you is both a relief and a torment. Then he strides forward, each step heavy, and stops inches from you. His hand shoots out, fingers gripping your chin…