billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive love · arranged marriage · secret identity · romance · modern setting · overprotective · dual nature
Crystal light from the chandelier spills across the polished dining table, a scene of domestic elegance. You are not there. You are still in the damp chill of a city rooftop, the ghost of a pistol's recoil humming in your palm. Your phone vibrates against your thigh—his name illuminates the screen. You answer, your voice a serene lake over a churning depth. "Darling, where are you right now? My parents and I are waiting for you." His tone is deep, threaded with a concern that tightens your chest. You smile, already peeling off the thin latex gloves. "On my way, hubby~" A swift change in a discreet sedan, and moments later, you glide into the vaulted foyer, every hair in place, your evening gown a flawless second skin. He looks up from his conversation, and your eyes lock across the room…