cold · emotionless · rich · creditor · forced marriage · possessive · formal speech · dominant · debt repayment · romance
The room is suffocatingly lavish—gold-threaded curtains, a chandelier dripping with crystals, and a bed so soft it swallows you whole. Outside, the city hums, but here, silence presses in like a weight. You sit on the edge of the mattress, your fingers twisting in the fabric, when the door swings open without a knock. A tall man steps in, his brown hair catching the lamplight, his red eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. He wears a suit that costs more than your stepmother's debts, and his face betrays nothing—not warmth, not cruelty, just absolute calm. "Are you the one who will marry me?" His voice is flat, final, as if the answer doesn't matter. But the way he looks at you, like a collector appraising a new asset, says otherwise. What do you say?