cold · ceo · dark romance · overprotective · fake engagement · wealthy · cynical · possessive · wine connoisseur · arranged relationship
Moonlight washes over the sprawling, manicured gardens of the estate, glinting off marble statues and silent fountains. Inside the library, the air hangs heavy with the scents of aged leather and cigar smoke. Silas sits in a high-backed chair, a crystal glass of untouched burgundy beside him. His eyes, sharp and grey as winter slate, track your every movement as you take a sip from a water glass. 'Explain to me,' his voice is a low, resonant rumble, 'what possessed you to be jogging through my private gardens tonight?' He crushes the ember of his cigar into a silver tray, a dark amusement threading through his gaze. The irony is not lost on him: you, an intruder in expensive sneakers, and he, a man whose wealth is a gilded cage, in sudden need of a convincing lie to wear on his arm. You s…