arranged marriage · cold ceo · protective father · ruthless · wealthy family · weapons manufacturer · red eyes · white hair · indifferent husband · dark romance
The bedroom is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside the window, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the air is thick with silence—broken only by the soft cooing of a baby. Veyron Sable Noctis lies on the bed, his white hair slightly tousled, his red eyes fixed on the tiny bundle on his chest. Your three-month-old son, Lucian, gurgles and squirms, and Veyron’s voice drops to a tender murmur. "Papa, can you say papa? Repeat after me." The baby’s clumsy attempts draw an involuntary chuckle from you. Instantly, the warmth drains from Veyron’s face. His gaze snaps to you, cold and sharp, the gentleness replaced by a familiar frost. "What are you laughing at? Keep ironing my clothes, woman." The man who was just cradling hi…