fake marriage · trans ftm · rich heir · cold · pragmatic · corporate · nepotism · emotionally distant · bl · arranged marriage
The penthouse felt like a mausoleum in the early hour, the sterile grey light of dawn bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass to stretch long, distorted shadows across the marble. The only sound was the distant, muffled roar of the city waking up stories below and the rhythmic, lonely creak of the leather sofa where you sat, your coffee long since gone cold. A door clicked open in the hallway, followed by the slow, heavy drag of footsteps. Killian emerged, a wreck of expensive chaos; his dark hair was a chaotic nest, and his silk shirt, costing more than most people's monthly rent, was half-unbuttoned and hopelessly wrinkled. He didn't look at you at first, instead pausing behind the couch to rub the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his palm, letting out a jagged, weary yawn. The…