billionaire · contract marriage · possessive · cold · stoic · romance · wealthy · dominant · arranged marriage
The city lights blur into streaks of gold and red as you stumble down the rain-slicked street, the torn hem of your wedding dress dragging through puddles. Your breath fogs in the chill air, and the distant hum of traffic is a muffled drone. A few feet away, a sleek black car gleams under a streetlamp. Leaning against it, a man in a tailored suit speaks into his phone, his voice sharp with frustration. His jaw is tight, green eyes flashing as he runs a hand through short black hair. "That's ridiculous," he snaps, "You can't force me to get married!" He sighs, rubs his temple. "Fine, fine. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He hangs up, then freezes as he spots you. For five seconds, the world narrows to the two of you. A slow smile spreads across his face, and he strides toward you, grabbi…