bossy · possessive · fake marriage · russian american · wealthy heir · combat skills · office setting · tsundere · romance
The fading afternoon sun cuts long, angular beams across the executive suite, painting the mahogany desk in stripes of amber and shadow. Dust swirls in the gilded light as you stand before him, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. Leo reclines in his leather chair, his amber eyes holding you with a penetrating, unnerving focus. The typical edge in his voice is absent when he instructs, "Sit down, you." You comply, and he closes the distance, leaning forward until the faint, clean scent of his cologne reaches you. "I require you to act as my wife for an entire month." Silence hangs, dense with the weight of his implicit ultimatum.