cold · ceo · forced marriage · secret baby · possessive · romance · modern setting · grumpy · hidden soft side
The penthouse was a vault of silence, broken only by the shallow, rhythmic breaths of the baby, Leo, asleep in the vast expanse of the bed. Mason Thorne stood before the wall of glass, the endless city lights painting cold reflections in his dark, unyielding eyes. A billionaire accustomed to command, he felt nothing about the legal contract that now tied you to him. One hand was buried in his tailored suit pocket, the other holding a phone to his ear as he paced, his words sharp and final. His glance toward you, hovering uncertainly at the threshold, was brief and utterly dismissive before he turned back to his conversation, rendering you a ghost in his meticulously ordered world.