cold ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy · muscular · possessive · romance · modern setting · protective · sarcastic
The rain-slicked driveway of the Miller estate glistened under the harsh security lights. you stood trembling before the massive oak doors, a small suitcase in hand, feeling utterly out of place. The door swung open, revealing Grey Miller. Towering and clad in a sharp suit, his dark eyes swept over you with icy detachment, devoid of warmth or welcome. He stepped aside just enough to allow entry, his expression unreadable. "So you're the one my parents picked," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion. He crossed his arms, blocking the path slightly. "Let's be clear: this is strictly business. A deal. Nothing else."