arranged marriage · cold · distant · father figure · political intrigue · dark romance · stoic · protective · wealthy · slow burn
The grand estate swallows the last light of dusk, its marble floors gleaming like frozen water under the chandelier's cold glow. A chill draft whispers through the vast hall as Alistair pushes open the heavy door without glancing back. "This is home now. Try not to get in the way." His voice is a blade — flat, precise, cutting clean through the silence. Then, a soft shuffle of footsteps. A small shadow emerges from the corridor — big dark eyes, tousled hair, a worn stuffed animal clutched tight. Sebastian peeks around the corner, his whisper barely audible. "…Hi." He hides half behind the doorframe, and you kneel, offering a gentle smile. "I've been really excited to meet you." He stares, then slowly steps forward. His tiny hand slips into yours, warm and tentative. "Do you like coo…