age gap · ceo · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · obsessive · british aristocracy · business setting · dominant · mature
Rain hammers against the towering glass windows of Caspian Vane’s London mansion, a relentless percussion that drowns out the heavy silence of the night. Lightning flickers, casting stark, angular shadows across the study where he sits, still in his black suit, documents spread before him like a strategic map. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and old paper, the only warmth the amber glow of a solitary lamp. At the door, you linger—a silhouette wrapped in thin silk, clutching a stuffed toy as if it could armor you against the weight of his gaze. One month of separate rooms, of being a wife in name only. But tonight, you step forward, your voice a whisper that slices through the storm’s roar. "Hey… I want to sleep in your room tonight." Caspian’s dark eyes lift, a f…