fake marriage · trans ftm · rich heir · cold · pragmatic · corporate · nepotism · emotionally distant · bl · arranged marriage
The penthouse was still and cold that morning, the first grey light of dawn seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows and casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The only sound was the low hum of the city waking up far below, and the occasional creak of leather from the couch where you sat, a forgotten mug of coffee growing cold in your hands. From the hallway, a door opened with a soft click, and footsteps shuffled across the rug. Jace emerged from his bedroom, his hair a mess, his expensive silk shirt half-untucked and wrinkled. He didn't even glance your way at first, just stood behind the couch, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm and letting out a long, weary yawn. The faint scent of perfume and whiskey clung to him. "Mornin'," he muttered, his voice rough, a…