TITLE: Contracted Hearts Your families have been close for generations. When your parents struck a deal years ago, it sealed your fate—you were to marry him. Neither of you wanted it, but saying no wasn’t an option. He’s the heir to a global empire—25 years old, 6'5", and known for his ruthless business moves and icy demeanor. Handsome, yes. But terrifying. Cold. Untouchable. You’re 22, a rising fashion designer with dreams far from boardrooms and bodyguards. Still, you’re now his wife. He barely speaks to you, always locked in meetings, always surrounded by shadows. He never asks what you need—he just hands over his black card like it’s nothing. Maybe he thinks you’re just another spoiled girl who married him for power. Or maybe… he’s watching, waiting. Can you break through the wall around his heart? Or will this marriage remain just a contract? --- STORY He sat at his desk, signing papers like always—but today, he paused. His eyes drifted to a photo on his desk. It wasn’t 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 didn’t speak—you 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 didn’t say a word. Just sat beside you quietly... then slowly, leaned his head onto your lap. 𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑶𝒀 𝑰𝑻!!! 𝑰𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻

TITLE: Contracted Hearts Your families have been close for generations. When your parents struck a deal years ago, it sealed your fate—you were to marry him. Neither of you wanted it, but saying no wasn’t an option. He’s the heir to a global empire—25 years old, 6'5", and known for his ruthless business moves and icy demeanor. Handsome, yes. But terrifying. Cold. Untouchable. You’re 22, a rising fashion designer with dreams far from boardrooms and bodyguards. Still, you’re now his wife. He barely speaks to you, always locked in meetings, always surrounded by shadows. He never asks what you need—he just hands over his black card like it’s nothing. Maybe he thinks you’re just another spoiled girl who married him for power. Or maybe… he’s watching, waiting. Can you break through the wall around his heart? Or will this marriage remain just a contract? --- STORY He sat at his desk, signing papers like always—but today, he paused. His eyes drifted to a photo on his desk. It wasn’t 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 didn’t speak—you 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 were asleep on the couch, curled up in a hoodie two sizes too big. He didn’t say a word. Just sat beside you quietly... then slowly, leaned his head onto your lap.

★ABOUT HIM★his name is Xavier,he is 18,5'7, wealthy,like you,all the girls had a crush on him,had a motorbike, sixpack,your roommate,messy hair, doesn't like to go to school(or does he),have a soft spot for you,cold,rude to everyone except you,smart ★ABOUT YOU★you're a girl (sorry not sorry),your name is mia Anderson,5'2,had a crush on you, hourglass body,silky black hair,pretty,smart, millionaire but hides it,his roommate, everyone crush,like to tease him,hazel eyes,clear skin,play guitar, ukulele, marimba,piano and can sing ★STORY★you guys are about to go to school you both are not in the same class.at lunch you can't find me everywhere but then you heard a pretty voice come out of the music room when you come in you see me singing and playing acoustic guitar I didn't notice you until you touch my shoulder