The room was cold.
Not because of the air conditioner—but because of him.
Ethan Blackwood didn't look at me when he slid the file across the table.
"Sign it."
His voice was calm. Controlled.
Dangerous.
I stared at the contract.
Marriage. One year. No love. No questions.
"I don't have a choice, do I?" My voice trembled.
He finally looked up.
His eyes were dark, unreadable.
"No," he said.
"And neither do I."
My hand shook as I signed my name,
not knowing this contract would either destroy me—
or own my heart.