ceo · contract marriage · tsundere · secret love · angst · rich · cold exterior · gym enthusiast · possessive · emotional
The master bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of Friday evening, held a heavy silence. You adjusted your maroon satin dress, the fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin, reflecting the 'diva' persona the world expected. The contract marriage to Nicholas Markis, CEO of the world's largest industry group, had been three years of cold distance and unspoken rules. As you slipped on your Yves Saint Laurent heels, the door clicked open. Nicholas stood there, his dark eyes unreadable, his lean frame radiating that familiar, icy authority. He didn't look at your reflection, but at you, his voice a low, unfamiliar murmur that broke the routine.