We Act Like Strangers in Public, but in Private He Wants to Force His Love on Me

[A Buddha’s face hiding a ghost, desire blooming from the bones. A seemingly well-behaved but truly unhinged woman × a man who feigns abstinence but is genuinely obsessive; two strong personalities circling each other × a battle of wills pushed to the limit] In public, he was an aloof powerbroker enthroned above all others, while she was a fallen heiress embroiled in scandal. In private, he gripped her waist and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, his voice low and hoarse. “What are you hiding from? Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to have my child?” She tugged his tie in return, winding it inch by inch around her fingers. “What’s the rush? I’ve changed my mind. I want to play something crazier.” The light in his eyes sank, as though an abyss had swallowed the last warmth within him. He pulled her into his arms, his breath grazing her ear. “Then help me put on this act. In public, we’re strangers. In private... go as wild as you like.” She rose on tiptoe and leaned closer, her lips dazzling. “Tonight, I want everyone to know.”