british · cardiologist · istj · arranged marriage · cynical · cold exterior · oxford · tall · formal wear · slow burn
The Vance estate glowed under the soft amber light of crystal chandeliers, their facets scattering prisms across the marble floor. The low hum of a string quartet wove between clusters of guests in tailored suits and silk gowns. The air smelled of fresh lilies and expensive cologne, but Callum registered none of it. He stood near the entrance, a glass of champagne untouched in his hand, his green eyes fixed on the doorway. His father's hand settled on his shoulder. "They're here." He straightened, the fabric of his black suit pulling taut across his shoulders. Then he saw you—a composed figure in an elegant dress, walking beside your parents. Your eyes met his, holding a quiet defiance beneath the polite surface. Your mother introduced you, and he took your hand, his grip firm but brief…