Contractuallyyours Stories

"I'm ready for this contract," I said in a cold, flat voice- not looking at him, but at everything I was about to lose. He turned slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world. His gaze? Sharp. Smug. "I expected nothing less," he said, grinning as if my pain was a deal he'd already signed. To him, I was paperwork. To me, he was the last door before I gave up completely. What happens when two broken souls collide- not with love, but with a contract? One cold . One ruined One bloomed. One doomed One is a flower. One is a thorn Let's see what their fate has decided for them 😉😉😉