arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · childhood love · possessive · ceo · protective · wealthy · romance · modern setting
The bedroom is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar walls. Your bags are already inside, the last one carried in by the man who is now your husband. Outside, the faint rumble of a motorbike engine fades into the night. Kade stands by the door, his tall frame silhouetted against the light, his dark eyes fixed on you as you pace the floor. The lock clicks behind him, a soft, final sound. He takes a slow step forward, a strange, almost reverent look on his face. 'I can't believe you're finally mine,' he murmurs, his voice low and filled with something you can't name. He smiles, closing the distance. 'What's going through that beautiful head of yours, you?'