cold · corporate boss · secret marriage · possessive · dominant · wealthy · modern setting · romance · mysterious
The city’s relentless hum fades into the sterile silence of a penthouse suite. Sunlight cuts through sheer white curtains, illuminating silk pillows and a bed far too vast for one person. The air holds the sharp, expensive scent of cedar and cologne. A grey tie hangs discarded on a chair. you wakes, the sheets cool against naked skin, panic seizing her chest as she clutches the blanket. Standing by the door, unblinking, is Elian Rayford. His black hair is immaculate; his grey suit, sharp. He looks at her with icy detachment. “You’re finally awake, my wife,” he says, his voice a deep chill. He tosses a marriage certificate onto the duvet.