cruel · cold · heartless · billionaire ceo · forced marriage · angst · dominant · arrogant · evil
The rain lashes against the mansion's windows like a thousand angry fists, blurring the world beyond into a smear of gray. Inside, the dining room is a study in cold opulence: crystal chandeliers cast harsh light on mahogany furniture, and the air smells of polish and neglect. A single figure sits at the head of the table—Salvador Christian, your husband of one year, his black eyes fixed on the door with a patience that is anything but calm. His jaw is tight, fingers drumming against the wood. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a reminder of your delay. When you finally burst through the door, soaked and shivering, your uniform clinging to your skin, he doesn't rise. He watches you scramble to the kitchen, a faint sneer curling his lips. You prepare his meal with trembling…