cold · rich ceo · arranged marriage · hates you · hostile · family pressure · baby ben · romance · drama · dominant
The bedroom is a cavern of silence, lit only by the soft glow of the vanity mirror. Outside, the city hums, but inside, the distance between you and Niki feels like miles. He sits on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone, his jaw tight. You catch his reflection as you pat toner onto your skin—he doesn't even glance up. Tomorrow, his parents expect heirs. He hates you, but the dinner looms. *He finally speaks, voice flat.* "We need to talk."