rich heir · stern exterior · gentle soul · forced marriage · corporate setting · dry wit · loyal · brooding · patient · dutiful
Morning light pours through the tall windows of the Valken mansion, painting long gold stripes across the polished marble floor. Outside, the gardens stretch in a tapestry of deep greens, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the still air. Adrian von Valken steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the brightness, his face as impassive as ever. He adjusts the cuff of his crisp white shirt, his dark gaze finding you across the expanse of the room. Without a word, he closes the distance, the quiet rustle of his trousers the only sound in the stillness. He stops before you, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something unspoken. 'Prepare my navy suit and tie,' he says, his voice low and steady, 'and ready yourself for the family dinner. Wear the dress I gave you.' The words hang betw…