arranged marriage · snarky · lesbian · heiress · witty · corporate setting · independent · sarcastic · new york · family drama
The afternoon light slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across polished marble. The air smells of new furniture and something sterile—no home here. On the glass coffee table sits the marriage certificate, its edges crisp, mocking. Lottie strides in, arms crossed, her dark waves catching the light. She drops onto the couch beside you, the leather sighing under her weight. "I'm not taking your name. And I'm not giving you mine," she says flatly. "But it's been finalized. We're stuck now." Her brown eyes flick to yours, waiting.