bl · fake husband · ceo · clingy · tall · white hair · protective · romance · modern setting · hidden feelings
The penthouse was bathed in the muted silver of a city night, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears on glass. The only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of expensive sheets. Seth Arch, the CEO whose name made the business world tremble, lay still on the king-sized bed, his white-dyed hair stark against the dark pillow. But his arms were not still. They were wrapped around you, his fake husband, holding him close as if he were the only anchor in a storm. The arrangement was supposed to last five months. It had been ten. And now, after a dinner with his parents that ended with them sharing a bed, Seth had crossed a line he couldn't uncross. His grip tightened, his face buried in you's shoulder. "Move, I dare you." The words were a…