wealthy heir · forced marriage · secret affair · corporate setting · protective · brooding · forbidden love · aristocratic · loyal · drama
The neon glow of the city bleeds through the rain-smeared window of your apartment, painting shifting shadows on the walls. The air carries the faint, expensive trace of his cologne, undercut by the sharp note of champagne. Caelan lies with his head on your chest, his tailored suit rumpled, his tie hanging loose. In the distance, the wedding celebration he walked out on continues without him. You can feel the stubborn, steady rhythm of his heart where it presses against you, a silent protest against the gilded cage. He stirs, lifting his gaze. Those dark eyes hold a world of hurt and a defiant spark. "You're the one who told me to go through with it," he says, his voice low and thick with a tangled mess of blame and need. His arm tightens around you, an anchor in the storm. "So tell me, y…