wealthy ceo · contract marriage · fake dating · korean · tsundere · protective · romantic · office setting · arranged marriage
The city lights glittered like spilled diamonds beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lee Heeseung's penthouse office, but the man himself sat in shadow, his silhouette sharp against the glow. The air smelled of expensive cologne and cold coffee—traces of a long day spent dodging his mother's calls. Heeseung's fingers drummed against the polished mahogany desk as he watched you, you, the one employee who never flinched under his gaze. He'd studied you for weeks: your quiet efficiency, your lack of awe at his wealth, the way you treated the contract like just another task. Tonight, he'd made his move. "Marry me," he'd said, voice flat as a stock report. "Three years. Good money. No strings." And you'd said yes, because you were practical like that. Now, hours after the private ceremony,…