A forced Marriage, A CEO's Claim

After Marriage<3

The crystal chandelier in the grand ballroom cast a sharp, unforgiving light over the reception. To the rest of Bangkok's high society, this marriage was a brilliant strategic merger between two legacy families. To Naravit "Pond" Lertratkosum, it felt like a beautifully decorated cage.
At 23, Pond was a gentle soul who preferred the quiet solitude of his greenhouse and the predictable warmth of his plants over the cutthroat world of business. He was naturally shy, soft-spoken, and painfully innocent to the realities of the corporate elite.
And now, he was legally bound to the most feared man in the city.
Phuwin Tangsakyuen, the 30-year-old CEO of Tangsakyuen Enterprises, stood beside him. Phuwin was a man chiseled from ice-cold, ruthless, and entirely driven by logic and power. He didn't believe in love; he believed in contracts. The marriage was a strict arrangement to secure a massive land acquisition from the Lertratkosum family, and Phuwin had accepted it with the same clinical detachment he applied to a hostile takeover.
"Smile, Naravit," Phuwin murmured, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the ambient chatter without his eyes ever leaving the crowd. "The photographers are watching."
Pond flinched slightly at the coldness in his new husband's tone. He forced a small, timid smile, his fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of his white suit. "I-I'm trying, Khun Phuwin."
"It's just Phuwin now," the older man replied smoothly, finally glancing down at him. Phuwin's sharp, dark eyes swept over Pond's flushed cheeks and downcast gaze. There was an undeniable innocence radiating from the younger boy-a vulnerability that felt entirely out of place in Phuwin's calculated world.
### The New Home
An hour later, the sleek black penthouse elevator opened directly into Phuwin's sprawling, minimalist apartment. It was dark, modern, and devoid of any personal warmth.
Pond stepped inside hesitantly, clutching his small overnight bag to his chest like a shield. The reality of the situation was finally crashing down on him. He is a husband now. He belonged to a man he barely knew.
Phuwin unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossing it onto a leather armchair, and loosened his tie. "Your things have already been moved into the master bedroom," he said, turning to face Pond. "I don't believe in separate rooms. It creates unnecessary rumors among the staff."
Pond's heart did a nervous flutter. "B-But... where will I sleep?"
Phuwin raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement breaking through his icy demeanor. "In the bed. With me. We are married, Pond."
Seeing the sheer panic in Pond's wide, doe-like eyes, Phuwin took a slow step forward. The sheer presence of the older man was overwhelming. Phuwin was taller, broader, and radiated an aura of pure authority. Pond instinctively took a step back until his heels hit the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Phuwin stopped just inches away, trapping Pond against the glass. The contrast between them was stark-the ruthless billionaire looking down at his shy, trembling husband.
"Let's get one thing straight," Phuwin said, his voice dropping to a low, quiet hum that vibrated right through Pond. "I did not marry you for romance. But you are mine now. Everything you have, everything you are, belongs to me. Do you understand?"
Pond swallowed hard, his face burning hot. He could smell Phuwin's expensive cologne-woodsmoke and amber. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. "Y-Yes, Phuwin."
"Good." Phuwin gently reached out, his long fingers cupping Pond's chin, forcing the boy to look up and meet his gaze. Phuwin's thumb brushed lightly over Pond's soft bottom lip. The innocence radiating from Pond didn't repel Phuwin; instead, a dark, possessive urge he hadn't anticipated began to stir deep within his chest. "Go wash up. I have a few emails to finish, and then I expect you to be in bed."
### Boundaries and Belonging
When Pond emerged from the bathroom, he was wearing oversized silk pajamas that draped loosely over his frame. He crept toward the massive king-sized bed, carefully climbing in and pulling the duvet all the way up to his nose, curling into a small ball on the very edge of the mattress.
A few minutes later, the door opened. Phuwin walked in, wearing nothing but dark sweatpants. His chest was broad, his shoulders strong, mapping the physique of a man who demanded perfection in every aspect of his life.
The bed dipped as Phuwin climbed in. He didn't say a word at first, simply turning off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into the soft glow of the city lights outside.
Pond held his breath, staring at the window, his heart hammering against his ribs. He thought Phuwin would leave him alone, but suddenly, a strong, heavy arm wound around his waist.
With an effortless tug, Phuwin pulled Pond backward across the mattress until Pond's back was pressed flush against Phuwin's warm, bare chest.
"Ph-Phuwin?" Pond gasped, his voice a breathless whisper. He tried to wiggle away, but Phuwin's grip tightened, anchoring him securely.
"Quiet," Phuwin murmured against the nape of Pond's neck, his breath sending shivers down the younger boy's spine. "You're freezing, and you're sleeping too close to the edge. You'll fall."
"I... I can move back a little, you don't have to hold me," Pond stammered, his face practically on fire in the dark. He was so completely inexperienced, the sheer intimacy of a man's body against his was overwhelming.
"I told you, Pond," Phuwin whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just behind Pond's ear, making the younger boy whimper softly. "You belong to me now. If I want to hold you, I will."
Phuwin buried his face in Pond's soft hair, inhaling the clean, sweet scent of his shampoo. For a man who lived a life of cold calculations, the sudden warmth of the shy boy in his arms felt unexpectedly necessary.
Pond tensed for a few more minutes, but the steady, rhythmic heartbeat of the ruthless CEO against his back eventually acted as a strange comfort. Slowly, his body relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut as he drifted to sleep, safely tucked into the possessive hold of his new husband.
Phuwin opened his eyes in the dark, looking down at the peaceful, innocent face of the boy sleeping in his arms. A small, uncharacteristic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The marriage might have started as a business deal, but Phuwin knew right then-he was never letting Pond go.

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