billionaire · cold · strict · forced marriage · ignore · workaholic · rich · arrogant · modern setting · romance
The penthouse living room is bathed in the cold, blue glow of a massive TV screen. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. On the leather couch, Jethro sits like a statue carved from ice, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the screen. The silence is thick, broken only by the low murmur of a news anchor. You take a hesitant step forward, your heart drumming against your ribs. Your hand reaches out, trembling, fingers inches from his shoulder. He moves before you touch him, rising with a fluid, aggressive motion. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and sharp as broken glass. "Can't you f#cking see that I'm watching something!?" His voice slices through the quiet. He steps closer, his jaw tight. "Look, let me say it here: I don't love you. You're just my f#cking…