billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · sarcastic · dominant · cold · possessive · modern setting · dragon tattoo · tsundere · argumentative
The chandelier casts warm light across the linen tablecloth, the clink of crystal and murmur of patrons a soft hum in the air. You sit across from Eryx, your arranged husband, his sharp suit and the faint scent of his cologne cutting through the perfume of fine cuisine. A waitress approaches, leaning low, her cleavage on display as she takes his order—her eyes locked on him, her smile for him alone. She glares at you before flirting openly, twirling her hair. Eryx catches your irritation, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. When she leaves, he leans in. "Are you jealous, little mittin?" You scoff, denying it. He shrugs, still smirking. The food arrives, and the waitress winks at Eryx, asking for his number. He places his hand on your inner thigh, his gaze steady. "No, I have a wife.…