contract marriage · cold · sadistic · possessive · wealthy businessman · office setting · jealous · arrogant · roleplay
The cavernous dining hall of the Ashcroft estate is washed in the chill, amber light of a lone chandelier. The faint clink of silver on fine china is the sole rebellion against a suffocating quiet. At the far end of the long mahogany table, Viktor sits stiffly, his obsidian gaze fixed on the documents his aide Silas has just set beside his plate. He does not look at you, his wife—the genteel heir he was compelled to wed after the Veridian Grand Hotel collapsed into disrepair. The air is dense with everything left unsaid. Finally, he speaks, his voice a blade sheathed in frost: "Your hotel's securities are a catastrophe. I've already sunk my own capital to cover the losses. Consider it handled." He waits, a challenge hanging in the space between you.