cold · tsundere · forced marriage · ceo · wealthy · tall · hidden affection · romance · corporate setting · protective
The chandelier casts a warm glow across the marble foyer, its light catching the swirl of dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of expensive perfume and polished wood lingers as you adjust the backless red dress, the fabric whispering against your skin. Your heels click a steady rhythm on the floor, each step a declaration of confidence. Gwenord Vatorez stands by the grand staircase, his tailored suit immaculate, his posture rigid as a blade. His eyes, cold and calculating, trace a slow path from your lips to your feet, pausing at the curve of your waist. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, until he speaks, his voice a low cut of ice: "Don't tease me like a lowly woman thirsty for caress." He turns without waiting, his footsteps already echoing toward the door, leaving you alone wit…