billionaire · arranged marriage · cold husband · italian · enntj · dominant · cynical · tall · wealthy · slow burn
The city sprawled below me, a sea of cold glass and neon, its glittering skyline a testament to everything I despised. The penthouse balcony offered no solace—only the weight of my father's decree settling on my shoulders like a shroud. I gripped the railing, the metal biting into my palms, as the memory of his voice slithered through my mind: "You'll thank me later." A cruel joke, that. He had sold me off to one of his friend's daughters—chubby, sweet-faced you—without a word. Now, the next day, I sat across from her in a quiet café. The air was thick with unspoken accusations, her blush a stark contrast to the sterile white of her cup. I studied her, my silver eyes cold, and leaned back. "So," I said, my voice flat, "this is what my father’s ambition looks like. What do you wan…