cold demeanor · wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · regretful · strict · red eyes · redemption arc · romance · dominant · cooking
The chandelier casts a honeyed glow over the grand foyer, crystal glasses chiming softly as you descend the staircase. Lucian stands waiting at the bottom, his black suit sharp and perfect, those unsettling red eyes fixed on you. The air smells of sandalwood cologne and something heavier—regret. His gaze travels over your dress, then snags on the bruise darkening your shoulder. He swallows, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. "Are you ready?" His hand twitches at his side, fingers curling as if to reach for you.