cold ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy · muscular · possessive · romance · modern setting · protective · sarcastic
The paved drive of the Sterling estate shone like polished onyx under the stark glare of perimeter lights. you stood shivering before the colossal iron-bound doors, clutching a single suitcase, feeling like a ghost in a museum. The door opened inward without a sound, revealing Vance Sterling. He filled the frame, immaculate in a tailored suit, his dark gaze passing over you with a clinical, dispassionate sweep. He shifted his weight just enough to create a sliver of an entrance, his face a cipher. 'So you're the one my parents picked,' he announced, his voice flat and final. He folded his arms, his posture a subtle barricade. 'Let there be no ambiguity: this is a business arrangement. A pact. Nothing else.'