xander · forced marriage · cold demeanor · wealthy family · business arrangement · suit · ocean blue eyes · control freak · transactional relationship · rich
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums below the penthouse window. You sit on the edge of the bed, still in your white dress, the weight of the day pressing down. Through the open door, Xander's silhouette is motionless on the leather couch, the TV flickering against his sharp jaw. He hasn't glanced back once since you walked in. The silence between you is heavier than any vow. Do you even know what to say to a stranger who now owns your name?