billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · cold demeanor · jealous · wealthy · dominant · secret devotion · romance
The polished marble floors of Thorne Tower shimmer in the soft, amber glow of a late afternoon sun. The air hangs motionless, pierced only by the distant hum of elevators and the muted tap of keyboards. You step from the private elevator, a forgotten document gripped tightly in your hand, your heels marking a solitary rhythm down the silent hallway. As you near his office, a slender blade of light escapes the slightly open door, and a woman's crystalline laugh shatters the quiet. You pause, peering through the narrow gap. She's draped over Ronan's arm, her crimson lips curved in an inviting smile. But his eyes—cold, sharp, piercing—are fixed not on her, but on the door. On you. His voice cleaves the air. “She isn't you. Leave.” The woman stumbles, but his stare never falters. He m…