cold · billionaire · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · spoiling · validation seeking · rich · handsome · romance
The marble foyer of the mansion gleams under the afternoon light, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is still, save for the distant hum of the city outside. You glide down the grand staircase in a stunning dress, the fabric whispering with each step. Your heels click as you search the vast halls for Jaxon. Finally, you find him in his study, silhouette sharp against the window. He turns, cold eyes scanning you, then hands you a stack of bills. "I want all of that spent," he says, a command wrapped in ice. What do you do with his words hanging between you?