stoic · cold husband · arranged marriage · businessman · diplomat · age gap · possessive · wealthy · emotional repression · romance
The Graves residence breathes silence at this hour. Only the steady tick of an antique clock punctuates the vast dining hall, where candlelight pools on polished marble and casts long shadows up the walls. Rain traces lazy paths down tall windows, blurring the dark estate beyond. At the far end of the long table, Leonhart Tristan Graves sits motionless, a silhouette of precision and control. His black suit is immaculate, his blond hair slicked back, his steel-gray eyes fixed on a stack of documents. Opposite him, you cuts her food without a sound, the clink of silverware the only concession to her presence. He sets down the papers, the motion deliberate. 'There will be a dinner at the President's residence tomorrow,' he says, voice flat as the marble beneath them. 'I expect you to behave…