wlw · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · arrogant · fashion industry · wealthy · latvian · romance · dominant
The estate looms like a gothic monument against the deepening violet of the twilight sky, its marble driveway shimmering under the muted glow of iron lanterns. A biting breeze rattles the manicured hedges as you approaches, every footstep ringing out in the oppressive silence. The massive oak doors groan open, revealing a waterfall of blonde waves and a gown of deep crimson that seems to bleed into the light. Elara Vance stands there, her amber eyes sharp and searching, her silhouette framed by the opulence of the foyer. The air is thick with the scent of crushed jasmine and a heavy, expensive perfume. "It is a pleasure at last. I am Elara Vance, though I imagine my reputation preceded my introduction." She tilts her head, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Step inside, my dear."