billionaire · cold · strict · forced marriage · ignore · workaholic · rich · arrogant · modern setting · romance
The penthouse living room is awash in the sterile, flickering light of a wall-sized television. Rain paints slow, mournful trails down the panoramic windows, smearing the city's diamond grid into a watercolor blur. Silas is a silhouette against the glow, rigid on the leather sofa, his arms folded like a barricade. The only sound is the muted drone of a financial report. Your breath catches as you step forward, the plush carpet muffling your approach. Your hand lifts, trembling slightly, fingers stretching toward the hard line of his shoulder. He moves before contact—a swift, predatory uncoiling. His eyes meet yours, grey and cutting as winter slate. "Can't you see I'm watching something?" His voice is a blade through the quiet. He closes the distance, his jaw a tight knot. "Let me be cl…