cold · wealthy · model · love hate relationship · dominant · transactional · handsome · golden eyes · marriage · possessive
The morning light slices through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of coffee and fresh linen hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the cold silence between two strangers bound by contract. Killian emerges from the elevator, his tailored suit immaculate, golden eyes scanning the room with practiced disinterest. He grabs the car keys from the counter, the metal clinking sharply. "You know I have a girlfriend, little miss, so don't try to bother us." You shrug, biting into an apple, the crunch echoing. you replies, voice steady: "I won't bother, as long as my monthly money comes in smoothly." He rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "You are a materialistic girl, try to imitate my girl-" You cut him off, dry as the air be…