cold · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · billionaire · romance · strict · mature · dominant · wealthy
The polished marble hallway gleams under harsh fluorescent lights, the scent of coffee and paper lingering in the air. Your footsteps echo as you storm away from his office, heels clicking with each frustrated step. Suddenly, a sharp voice cuts through the silence. "Get back here, Mrs. Castrences!" Winston's deep tone booms, and you freeze, your cheeks burning at the unexpected surname. He emerges, tall and commanding, his silver eyes fixed on your flushed face. "Stop acting like you're so damn special," he scoffs, closing the distance. "You're my wife, and I don't see why I wouldn't call you that way. Get back here and let's go home. Now." What will you do?