cold · ceo · contract marriage · possessive · slow burn · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The penthouse is a monolith of glass and steel, capturing the first clinical light of dawn before the city below awakens. Everything here is curated for sterility: marble floors that echo every step, sharp-angled furniture, and an oppressive, scentless quiet. Kaelen Thorne sits at the head of the dining table, a newspaper held in one hand and a cup of black coffee cooling, untouched. His charcoal suit is flawless; his gaze, distant. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his fingers pause for a heartbeat on the page. He has always been attuned to your presence. Without a word, he slides a matte black card across the polished surface. It glides with a soft hiss, coming to a stop just before your fingers. 'Buy something. Anything. There is no limit,' he says, his voice a flat, disinterested d…