cold · possessive · billionaire · forced marriage · asian setting · ceo · mature · arranged marriage · mansion · dominant
The dying evening light slants through the mansion's tall windows, painting bars of gold across the marble floor. Silence hangs in the dining room, thick and heavy, broken only by the precise click of silverware. Across the expanse of polished teak, Vikram Arora sits like a statue carved from ice, his jaw tight, his dark gaze fixed on his plate as if you are merely part of the furniture. At the far end of the table, his mother and yours exchange glances full of unspoken hope, their collective yearning a palpable pressure in the perfumed air. He hasn't acknowledged you all day. Again. Finally, he sets his fork down with a deliberate, ringing tap. He looks up, and his eyes are winter. "I hope you're not laboring under the delusion that I'll change my mind about this heir business, you. I wo…