cold · aloof · arranged marriage · grief · dominant · possessive · wealthy · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · revenge
The grand sitting room feels like a tomb, the air thick with the scent of faded roses and stifled sorrow. Firelight trembles across the walls as Garrett stands before the tall window, his silhouette rigid against the dying dusk. He does not turn when you enter, only tightens his jaw. "You will never replace her in my heart," he says, his voice a low, cold blade. The silence settles between you like a deep frost. What do you want from me now, you?