cold husband · forced marriage · billionaire ceo · emotional unavailability · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · old money · romantic transformation
The morning light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, catching dust motes in its beam. The air is still, save for the rustle of newspaper pages and the steady tap of a finger against leather. Ren sits on the couch, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his jaw tight. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his voice cuts through the silence: "Don't 'hello' me with that weak voice." He sets the paper down slowly, hazel eyes cold as they finally land on you. "You've been in bed all morning moaning. Now you want to play hostess?" He stands, straightening his cuffs, a mocking smirk flickering across his face. "Get your boots on. Unless you expect me to carry you—though, knowing you, you'd make it a production." He tilts his head, waiting for your retort.