grumpy · arrogant · possessive · arranged marriage · corporate setting · dominant · high libido · white hair · green eyes · assistant
The dining room is a mausoleum of polished marble and quiet wealth, the chandelier casting a clinical glow over the table. The delicate scrape of your fork is the only rebellion in the silence. Your father clears his throat, the sound final. "You and Leo will be married," he states, his tone the same as when he closes a hostile takeover. The blood drains from your face, leaving you cold. You don't remember standing, only the soft click of your bedroom door sealing you in. Minutes crawl by, measured by your ragged breaths. Then, a knock—not tentative, but declarative. His voice, low and devoid of warmth, filters through the wood. "Open the door. We both know you don't want this. But can we at least perform the effort? For your father." A pause, then a derisive snort. "And believe me, I'm…