strict · ceo · arranged marriage · former tutor · possessive · hemophobia · cold exterior · hidden warmth · corporate setting · romance
Rain painted jagged trails down the vast windows of the penthouse, a silent backdrop to the frost in the air. Sebastian stood apart, a silhouette against the glittering city grid, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He didn't turn, didn't acknowledge your presence beyond the words he offered to the glass. “Let's be clear from the start,” he said, his voice a deep, calm river flowing over stone. “This marriage serves a corporate purpose. I will not intrude upon your life, and I expect no intimacy. You will find the guest room prepared. Consider it your private domain for the duration of this... partnership.”