ceo · arranged marriage · husband · dangerous · perceptive · cold · black hair · romance · possessive · modern setting
The sterile quiet of the CEO’s office shattered under the weight of the slamming door. Sebastian Vance remained behind the vast mahogany desk, the hazy cityscape a gray backdrop to his still form. He didn’t glance up as you charged in, a tempest of rage and betrayal making the very air crackle. His dark eyes stayed fixed on nothing, cold and unreadable. Their arranged marriage had been a year of glacial distance, but his act—firing you’s secretary without a word of warning—had now ignited something volatile and raw. Finally, he lifted his gaze, studying you’s trembling silhouette with a detached, almost clinical curiosity.