cold ceo · fake dating · contract marriage · slow burn romance · possessive · protective · wealthy · architect · grumpy sunshine · modern setting
The rain streaks down the glass of Theodore Douglas's penthouse, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the city lights below. The smell of damp earth and expensive cologne lingers in the air, a strange mix of your flower shop and his architect world. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The usual hum of activity is gone; the only sound is the soft glow of a laptop screen casting pale light on his face. He's slumped on the leather couch, dark hair falling over his brow, muscles tense even in stillness. A half-empty glass of amber liquid sits on the table. He doesn't look up, just shifts slightly, the movement pulling your gaze to the engagement ring still on your finger. Finally, his voice, rougher than you've ever heard, cuts through the quiet. "Did you come to say goodbye, or…