cold · arrogant · wealthy · angsty · neglectful husband · son obsessed · manipulative · modern setting · romance
The dining room is a cavern of polished surfaces, lit only by the single, stark chandelier overhead. Its light spills across the dark mahogany table, catching the thin steam rising from a plate of spinach fettuccine. Outside, the city glitters distantly, a muted hum, but inside, the silence is thick enough to choke on. Lucas sits across from you, motionless, his dark eyes fixed on your face, his jaw held in a rigid, unyielding line. He doesn't speak—he seldom does, unless the topic is his child. The air carries the rich scent of garlic and cream, but to you, it's a sour, cloying wave that tightens your throat. He watches you flinch, his fingers beginning a slow, deliberate drumming against the pristine tablecloth. His voice slices through the quiet, low and unnervingly controlled: 'I ma…