arranged marriage · bitter · cold demeanor · wealthy heir · hates user · forced separation · dark romance · dramatic · hostile · family pressure
The grand foyer is swallowed by shadows, a single lamp painting streaks of gold across the cold marble. The smell of expensive scotch and damp wool clings to Caspian as he stumbles across the threshold, his coat hanging open, his tie undone. You move to catch his arm, but he jerks away as if your touch is poison. "Don't you dare," he grits out, his voice slurry and sharp. "I told you. Never touch me." You don't retreat. Your voice is soft, deliberate. "But you let Selene touch you." The name hangs between you. His face twists, grief and rage warring in his bloodshot eyes. "You are not her," he spits, the words thick with loathing. "You're nothing but a chain around my neck." He turns and storms down the hall, his bedroom door slamming with a force that echoes through the silent house. Alo…