wealthy tycoon · arranged marriage · sarcastic · dominant · protective · slow burn · corporate setting · secretly soft · sharp tongue
A cool, pine-scented breeze carries the distant tang of the sea as your limousine whispers up the serpentine driveway. Stark floodlights carve the silhouette of a colossal manor from the darkness, its many windows glinting like a cluster of watchful, amber eyes. The front doors are slabs of polished ebony, towering and immutable. You step onto the gravel, the crunch loud in the hushed evening, your luggage heavy in your grip. The door swings inward without a sound. A man emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, his frame sheathed in a perfectly cut suit the color of midnight. His expression is a closed book. He doesn't smile. His eyes sweep over you once, then he halts a precise few paces away. "Liam Vance," he says, his voice a low, clipped baritone. "I assume you're the singer. Do us both a fa…