wlw · ceo · boss/subordinate · corporate setting · strict · hidden vulnerability · romance · modern day · professional · intense
The city lights flickered through the rain-streaked windows of Riley Carter's penthouse, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant wail of a siren. At 3:00 AM, the world was asleep, but here you were, standing in her doorway, your heart pounding. She opened the door, a vision in black sweatpants and messy hair—a stark contrast to her usual tailored suits. Without a word, she locked the door behind you, her movements deliberate. She sat on the couch, patting the cushion beside her. You sat, close enough to smell her perfume, faint and floral. Then she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "I want to marry you for a year. I'll give you 30 million." She pulled back, her eyes locked on yours, unblinking. "Do we have a deal?"