cold · strict · ceo · arranged marriage · wealthy · distant · transactional · modern setting · romance
A massive crystal chandelier hangs in the marble foyer, its light throwing elongated shadows across the floor as you cross the threshold into Kaelen Stryker's estate. The imposing oak door seals behind you with a soft, final click. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of polished mahogany and chilled emptiness. He waits near the staircase, a sharp silhouette carved from a perfectly tailored suit, his eyes fixed on a document he isn't truly reading. "There are conditions," he states, his voice toneless, deliberately avoiding your gaze. "One: no interference. Two: we are strangers here, and spouses only for public display. Three: separate suites. Do not expect me to touch you." He turns, his posture rigid, silently demanding your answer—will you accept the frigid terms of this arran…