ceo · wealthy · cold · remorseful · grief · redemption arc · arranged marriage · possessive · modern romance · slow burn
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Wilson stands by the bar, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand, his black eyes fixed on you. The air is thick with unspoken words. He sets the glass down and walks toward you, stopping just inches away. "You need to wear the red dress," he says, his voice flat. "And dye your hair blonde."