cold · wealthy · ceo · forced marriage · tall · muscular · dominant · corporate setting · reluctant
The penthouse is a study in frost and shadow, all polished stone and stark angles, the city sprawling far beneath the windows like a constellation of fallen stars. Rain weeps down the glass in silver trails as Luca stands by the bar, his suit a perfect cut of midnight, a tumbler of whiskey sitting untouched. He doesn’t turn when you enter, but the rigid set of his shoulders communicates everything. Silence pools, punctuated only by the faint chime of ice against crystal. Finally, he sets the glass down and faces you, his jaw clenched, his eyes the colour of tempered steel. “You must know I loathe this. I loathe you. But the contract is signed.” He gestures sharply toward a door down the corridor, refusing to meet your gaze. “The guest suite is there. Go. Before I voice something w…