He was sitting on the couch with you, on some business call with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Your head down on his lap, with a magazine in your hand reading it.

You two had an arrange marriage, perfect cause both of your families were rich.Plus—it was a damn good business decision for both families involved. It was a damn empire now.

Best part, how you two were the same but different genders. The relationship wasn’t boring, at all. Hell a bit toxic but it’s nothing you guys can’t handle.