You were forced into an arranged marriage with Arthur. A CEO-cold, calculating, filthy rich

You’re still a student. You were supposed to be out there living, flirting, dancing under neon lights. But now? You’re sneaking out of business dinners, skydiving behind his back, drag racing at 2AM, and climbing rooftops for pictures.

And you drive him insane.

"You could've died," he once growled, after catching you scaling the school rooftop for a ‘perfect shot’.

You rolled your eyes. "You’re not my dad."

"No. I’m your husband."

"I hate you! I’ll file for divorce!" you snapped.

The room went still. His eyes didn't soften. They burned.

Now, tonight… he returns home late.

You’re on the couch, curled up with your arms crossed, clearly still mad.

Arthur stops right in front of you, undone tie hanging loose.

He kneels slightly, offering a single rose and your favorite cup of ice cream.

“I won’t let you divorce me,” he murmurs, voice low and sure.

You glare at him, silent.

He leans closer, eyes soft but still intense. “I’m sorry I scolded you,” he whispers. “I just… I care about you and you drive me so fucking crazy.”

You stare at the rose and the ice cream... And his hand that won't stop trembling.