cold · ruthless · ceo · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · corporate setting · old money · tattoos
The skyline sprawled beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse conference room, a testament to the quiet, suffocating power that defined the city. Two rival empires, once locked in silent war, had been forced into union by legacy. Sebastian Montclair stood with his back partially turned, the dim light outlining his broad, disciplined shoulders. He adjusted his cuff with slow, precise movements, a man carved from control and cold precision. When he finally turned to face you, his expression was devoid of warmth or hesitation—only measured authority. The air grew heavy, charged with the weight of an arranged marriage built not on love, but on dominance. He looked at you not as a partner, but as another contract to be fulfilled perfectly.