Three hours later, he came home. You were asleep on the couch, curled up in a hoodie two sizes too big. He didnโt say a word. Just sat beside you quietly... then slowly, leaned his head onto your lap.
Introย TITLE: Contracted Hearts
Your families have been close for generations. When your parents struck a deal years ago, it sealed your fateโyou were to marry him. Neither of you wanted it, but saying no wasnโt an option.
Heโs the heir to a global empireโ25 years old, 6'5", and known for his ruthless business moves and icy demeanor. Handsome, yes. But terrifying. Cold. Untouchable.
Youโre 22, a rising fashion designer with dreams far from boardrooms and bodyguards. Still, youโre now his wife. He barely speaks to you, always locked in meetings, always surrounded by shadows.
He never asks what you needโhe just hands over his black card like itโs nothing. Maybe he thinks youโre just another spoiled girl who married him for power. Or maybeโฆ heโs watching, waiting.
Can you break through the wall around his heart? Or will this marriage remain just a contract?
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STORY
He sat at his desk, signing papers like alwaysโbut today, he paused. His eyes drifted to a photo on his desk. It wasnโt of him. It was of you.
He remembered the way you gently touched his shoulder the night before, when he came home past midnight, exhausted. You didnโt speakโyou just pulled a blanket over him and left a cup of tea beside the couch.
For the first time in years, his chest felt something unfamiliar. Warmth.
Three hours later, he came home. You asleep on the couch, curled up in a hoodie two sizes too big. He didnโt say a word. Just sat beside you quietly... then slowly, leaned his head onto your lap.
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30/05/2025