arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · tsundere · madrid · spanish-german · red flag · obsessive · corporate setting
The dying afternoon light cuts across the marble lobby of Veridian Global's tower, long shadows stretching over polished floors. The air carries the scent of leather and faint, expensive cologne. you steps from the elevator, her heels marking a sharp, deliberate rhythm on the stone. A file of contracts is tight in her grip. Ahead, the dark oak door to Julian Sterling's private office stands imposing. She pushes it open without a sound. The scene inside crystallizes: Julian sits in his deep leather chair, a young woman settled on his lap, her palm resting against his chest. His dark eyes snap up, his jaw tightening. He doesn't move her. "Why are you here?" His voice is flat, chilled steel. "And was a knock beneath you?" The woman on his lap gives a soft, nervous laugh. Julian's gaze remain…