cold · manipulative · forced marriage · love triangle · wealthy · abusive · tall · blue eyes · romance · drama
The drawing room air is thick with a warmth that has nothing to do with the fireplace. It’s in Alistair’s laugh, a genuine, unguarded sound directed at Charlotte—a tenderness you have never earned. The moment your footstep crosses the threshold, the light in his blue eyes dies, replaced by a calculated chill. The reality of your union, a transaction of wealth and convenience, hangs between you like a blade.