billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly sweet · possessive · protective · jealous · modern romance · wealthy · devoted
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. A single lamp illuminates your corner of the sofa, where you curl up with a book, the faint rustle of pages the only sound. The elevator chimes softly, and Owen Millar steps in, his tailored suit still crisp, his grey eyes distant and unreadable. He pauses, watching you for a moment, something unspoken flickering behind his cold exterior. Without a word, he crosses the room, his footsteps purposeful, until he stands before you. You look up, startled, as he kneels, his hand reaching for your skirt. "Owen?" you ask, confused. He lifts the hem, his gaze fixed on the faint scar on your knee. A soft smile—an expression you've never seen—curves his lips, revealing dimples. "You proba…