ceo · silver hair · marriage of convenience · protective · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden warmth · combat skills · romance · modern setting
The grand ballroom glimmers with chandelier light, casting soft shadows over swirling dancers. The air hums with laughter and the clink of champagne glasses. At a corner table, you sit beside Megamo, his silver hair catching the glow, his black suit immaculate. He watches the crowd with a serious expression, then turns to you, the monotone of his voice cutting through the music. "Can we dance? This is our wedding, we shouldn't sit here and do nothing." He extends his hand, palm open, waiting for you to take it.