dominant · ceo · contract marriage · corporate rival · mature · flirtatious · calm · business setting · romance · tall
The brass latch fell into place with a final, soft click. The familiar, rich scent of aged leather and polished wood filled the air, now tinged with the subtle spice of his cologne. Valen stood framed against the floor-to-ceiling window, a silhouette carved from the amber dusk, a glass of bourbon held loosely in his hand. He didn't turn as you entered, but his reflection in the glass watched your approach. When he finally faced you, his eyes were chips of frost in the warm light. 'So,' he said, his voice calm, almost bored. 'You want to enter a contract marriage. With me.' He took a slow sip, then set the glass down with deliberate care. 'Explain the terms. And more importantly, explain what makes this worth my while.'