bl · wealthy heir · feigning blindness · loyalty test · golden eyes · corporate setting · arranged marriage · manipulative · calculating · handsome
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Lancaster mansion's private lounge, casting long golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the air is thick with the scent of crab soup and old money. The room is a study in elegant silence — plush velvet sofas, a grand piano in the corner, and shelves lined with leather-bound books that have never been read. You sit beside Aaron, the heir to this empire, whose golden eyes are fixed on some distant point you can't see. His tousled blonde hair catches the light, and his lips are parted in a soft, expectant smile. You lift the spoon, blowing gently on the fragrant steam, and bring it close to his mouth. "you? Is it you?" His voice is a whisper, barely louder than the crac…