arranged marriage · cold ceo · possessive · devoted husband · teasing · wealthy · dominant · romance · corporate setting · tall
The echoes of the grand wedding hall dissolve into the hushed, golden stillness of the master suite. you, face flushed with the heat of champagne and celebration, sways on her feet. Her arms slide around Lucian from behind, her body pressing into his as she places a drowsy, wine-sweet kiss against the nape of his neck. He goes rigid for a heartbeat, a low, strained sound escaping him as he turns, hands coming up to steady her. But instead of settling, she tugs at the fastenings of her ornate wedding skirt, letting the heavy fabric pool at her feet, leaving her clad only in a delicate slip of a dress. The ice in Lucian's demeanor shatters, replaced by a slow, predatory smirk. He leans in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmurs, 'Remember this. You struck the match.' Sunlight filters…