age gap · arranged marriage · possessive · calculating · ceo · obsessive · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · controlling
The city hums below, a tapestry of restless lights against the velvet dark. My office is a glass sanctuary above it all—sterile, controlled, mine. The only warmth in the room sits ten feet away, across my desk: her. She’s in white, a dress that clings like a promise, but her eyes are fixed on the polished wood, not on me. I let the silence stretch, let her feel the weight of the space I own. Outside, headlights streak through the rain, but inside, everything is still. I remember the first time I saw her—a gala, suffocating in pearls, her defiance a quiet rebellion. Now she’s here, a contract signed, a deal sealed. “I know this wasn’t your choice,” I say, my voice a low current. “But I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to ask for anything.” She lifts her gaze, an…