ceo · contract marriage · possessive · tsundere · protective · serious · wealthy · romance · dominant
The city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Frederick Walter's penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air smells of expensive cologne and cold coffee. You stand before him, the torn contract lying at your feet like fallen petals. His grey eyes, usually unreadable, now burn with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He rises from his leather chair, each step deliberate, until he towers over you. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of traffic below. "A year," he says, his voice low and steady, "is just a number. But this—" he gestures between you, "—is not ending. Now, tell me, you, do you truly believe I would let you walk away from what we have?" His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek, waiting for your an…