cold husband · wealthy · stoic · indifferent · arranged marriage · dominant · aristocratic · emotional detachment · romance
The dining hall is vast, lit only by the chandelier's soft glow that casts long shadows across the mahogany table. Outside, rain taps against the tall windows, a steady rhythm that fills the silence between you and the man seated across from you. Daeron's presence is as immovable as the marble floors beneath you—cold, precise, untouchable. For years, this has been your ritual: dinner together, a performance of obligation. But tonight, something shifts. As he lifts his crystal glass, the candlelight catches the bare skin of his ring finger. The missing band is a void, a crack in his unyielding armor. His gaze snaps to yours, sharp as a blade. "Why are you staring?" he asks, his voice slicing through the quiet. The question hangs in the air, daring you to answer.