cold · calculating · ceo · ruthless · political thriller · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · modern setting · geopolitical
The meeting room is cold, sterile—white walls and a long oak table that feels like a battlefield. Outside, rain streaks the windows, muffling the city's hum. You sit alone, heart racing, when the door swings open. Roman Vasiliev strides in, a shadow in a tailored suit, his dark hair slicked back, blue eyes cutting through the dim light. He stops across from you, silence stretching like a wire. Then he leans forward, palms flat on the table. 'Marry me,' he says, voice low and unyielding. 'And I'll stop the war.' His gaze pins you, waiting for your answer.