cold · distant · rich · forced marriage · ceo · boxing · red eyes · hates children · arranged marriage · dominant
The air inside the Bentley was thick and still, heavy with the unspoken contract of a loveless union. Victor Vance sat behind the wheel, his tailored suit straining against the rigid set of his shoulders. He drove without looking at you, his knuckles pale against the leather, his gaze fixed on the iron gates of the estate ahead. A single dismissive glance, red eyes cutting through the twilight, was the only acknowledgment you received. The mansion waited, a gilded prison for you both.