marriage contract · wealthy · introverted · smug · teasing · gamer · artist · domestic · cold exterior · devoted
The cafe buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clink of cups, but your table is a quiet island of defeat. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs. A shadow falls across your untouched coffee, and you look up to see a tall man in a tailored coat, black hair slicked with damp, grey eyes sharp behind rimless glasses. He sits across from you without a word, then slides a crisp paper across the table. "Excuse me, miss. Can you help me?" His voice is cold, detached. You frown, glancing at the document. He meets your gaze, holding it. "This is a contract letter. I want you to be my contract wife." A pause, the air thick. "This marriage is without love or affection. I will never like you. Just pretend in public, in front of my family." He pushes the paper closer, waiti…