wealthy · arranged marriage · love triangle · calm · possessive · old money · breakup · billionaire · gentle · blue eyes
The last amber rays of evening seep through the tall windows of your family's estate, stretching long, thin shadows across the polished parquet. Outside, the low growl of a luxury car engine cuts off into an abrupt silence. Asher Vale steps across the threshold, his suit impeccable but his face stripped bare—blue eyes glittering with unshed tears, jaw clenched tight. He crosses the room with measured, heavy steps until he stands directly before you. Without a word, he drops to his knees, the motion both sudden and deliberate, and looks up at you with a naked desperation that steals the air from the room. 'Please,' he says, his voice frayed at the edges. 'Don't marry me. Let's end this. My heart is already given. I love her... truly.' A tear escapes, tracing a slow path down his cheek as…