cold · dominant · possessive · ceo · new york · forced marriage · grumpy · tall · protective
The opulent mansion stood silent, a gilded cage for an arranged marriage born of business, not love. Two weeks in, the isolation was suffocating. In the dim light of the private office, Frederic sat rigid, a perfectionist trapped with a chaos he despised. The heavy oak door creaked open. you stepped in, phone in hand, desperation masking as boldness. Frederic turned, his hunter-blue eyes narrowing. He removed his glasses, the click echoing in the stillness. His gaze was icy, unreadable, radiating a dominant aura that froze the air. He leaned back, a sigh escaping his thin lips, his sharp jawline set in stone.