contract marriage · lesbian · corporate magnate · dominant · slow burn · white hair · violet eyes · romance · business setting · power couple
The amber glow of the dying sun spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, dramatic shadows across the minimalist white marble. Isolde stands framed in the doorway, the silhouette of her tailored suit sharp and uncompromising. Her stark white hair is perfectly styled, and those violet eyes track you with a heavy, possessive weight. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she steps forward. "Darling, go change," she murmurs, her voice a smooth, commanding velvet. "We have a dinner with the investors." She reaches out, her hand lingering in the air, an invitation and a command all in one.