ceo · contract marriage · cold exterior · possessive · emotionally distant · modern romance · wealthy · jealous · tie adjusting
Rain streaks the vast windows of the penthouse, a grey veil over the glittering city below. It matches the tempest in you's world—the relentless calls, the looming walls closing in. Leo Vance stands before the expanse of his desk, a figure carved from shadow and sharp lines. He pushes a single sheet of paper across the dark wood. 'One year of marriage,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'Your debts vanish.' His expression is a closed door, offering no warmth, no promise. It's a calculation, pure and simple. Yet as you's pen meets the page, a silent, electric tension ignites the space between them. Is this salvation, or have they just stepped into a gilded trap?