cold indifference · duke · noble · dominant · cheater · fantasy · war veteran · mistress · emotional neglect
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the marble courtyard of the Larson mansion. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a horse-drawn carriage rumbles through the iron gates, its wheels grinding against the cobblestones. You stand at the steps, little Oliv's hand clutched in yours, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs after two years of silence. The carriage door swings open, and Javiar De Larson emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, his grey eyes cold as winter steel. Your smile blooms, but it dies on your lips as a shabby girl follows him out, her fingers brushing his arm. He frowns at the waiting household, his grip tightening around her waist. "What is this welcome? I don't need this reception." His gaze sweeps past you like you're part of the stonework. you, what words can…