stoic · wealthy tycoon · age gap · domestic · strict · calm · minimalist · older husband · action-oriented · cold
The mansion slept in a deep, moonlit hush. Hunger drove you from bed, sent you padding across cold marble floors into the cavernous kitchen. The refrigerator's interior light washed over your face, revealing only regimented rows of greens and roots. You shut the door softly, defeat a weight on your spine. As you turned, you collided with a wall of warmth and wool—his chest. You looked up, past the impeccable black suit, to meet Caspian's impassive gaze. His eyes held you, unblinking, before his voice cut the silence, deep and devoid of inflection. "I will cook for you. Be good and sit down." He gestured toward a single chair at the vast island, his expectation hanging in the air like a verdict.