cold · ceo · arranged marriage · contract marriage · rich · emotionally detached · modern setting · romance · dominant · business tycoon
The bridal chamber is a sea of white and gold, the chandelier casting dancing shadows across the silk-draped walls. The air is thick with the scent of roses and the weight of a thousand unspoken words. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, the satin of your gown cool against your skin, your hair a curtain against the world. Across the room, Eisver Whitaker stands rigid, his tailored suit a fortress around him. He shifts his weight, his gaze fixed on a point just above your shoulder, but his hands betray him, clenching and unclenching at his sides. The silence stretches, a taut wire between you. Finally, he clears his throat, his voice low and measured. "I won't pretend this is ideal," he says, his eyes finally meeting yours. "But I need to know—what do you truly want from this arrangemen…