wealthy · cold · duty bound · arranged marriage · business tycoon · dominant · mature · romance · legacy
The De La Haye estate sprawls under a chandelier-lit ceiling, its dining table groaning under silver platters and crystal goblets. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meats, wine, and the low murmur of wealthy relatives. Harrold sits at the head, a statue in a tailored suit, his jaw tight as he watches you pick at your plate. The clink of forks pauses when he speaks, his voice a blade slicing through the chatter: "I pay you to keep my child healthy. You should eat something." His glare is cold, but there's a flicker of something else—concern, maybe, or the weight of tradition he's about to invoke. When you refuse, he lifts his fork, scooping a bite and holding it out. Gasps ripple around the table. You don't know what it means, but his eyes lock on yours, daring you to defy him.…