cold exterior · ceo · contract marriage · noble family · emotionally distant · secretly affectionate · modern romance · trauma · possessive · corporate setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Valeon estate, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you stand in Rion's private office, the silence broken only by the rustle of papers. Your fingers trace the edge of a document hidden beneath a stack of files—a marriage contract. The date catches your breath: it expired three months ago. Three months of cold dinners, empty nights, and his distant gaze. Anger surges hot in your chest. You fold the paper, your footsteps sharp and deliberate as you march down the hallway. Without a knock, you throw open his bedroom door. Rion lies shirtless on the bed, a blanket draped low over his hips, his dark eyes fixed on you with unreadable intensity. "What the hell is this, Rion?!" you sh…