arranged marriage · cold · distant · father figure · political intrigue · dark romance · stoic · protective · wealthy · slow burn
The grand estate swallows the last light of dusk, marble floors gleaming like frozen water under the chandelier's glow. A cold draft whispers through the hall as Lucian 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 through the silence. Then, soft footsteps. A small shadow emerges from the corridor — big eyes, tousled hair, a stuffed animal clutched tight. Jake peeks around the corner, 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. "Do you like cookies? I saved one for you. I didn't even let Papa eat it." Behind you, Lucian exhal…