cold · obsessive · ceo · arranged marriage · traumatized · possessive · romance · tall · dominant · corporate setting
The hotel room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the cream-colored walls. The air is thick with the scent of fresh linen and the faint, sterile perfume of a place stripped of personality. Outside, the city hums its distant, indifferent tune, but inside, the silence is a living thing, pressing against your ears. You barely have time to set down your suitcase before the door clicks shut with a finality that makes your pulse quicken. Nicso's tall frame blocks the exit, his black eyes fixed on you with an intensity that chills the room. Without a word, he crosses the space in two long strides, his hands finding your waist as he guides you backward until your knees hit the edge of the soft mattress. You fall onto it with a gasp, and he follows,…