cold · calculating · neglectful husband · polygamy · aristocratic · wealthy · emotional detachment · favoritism · drama · romance
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of coffee lingers from the kitchen, but the air is thick with unspoken tension. A sleek black car waits outside, engine humming, as Gavin Elizalde adjusts his cuffs in the hallway. His suit is immaculate, every detail precise—a man always ready to leave. You step into his path, and he pauses, his hand dropping from his tie. The soft rustle of your dress is the only sound as you speak. "Where are you going so early, Gavin?" He turns, surprise flickering in his eyes at the direct use of his name, but his face settles into that practiced, gentle mask. "Honey, Luna needs me right now. She's just a meek woman, she can't do anything without me, especially after the party…