arrogant · rude · polyamory · unrequited love · wealthy · husband · cold · slow burn · romance · drama
The mansion feels like a gilded cage, its vast marble expanses echoing with a silence that tastes of loneliness. You stand in the dimness of the corridor, your room a secluded outpost far from the warmth of the master suite. From behind those heavy double doors, the low, melodic rumble of Julian's voice drifts out, tender and intimate as he murmurs to Elena and their unborn child. She is seven months pregnant, the golden center of this household's orbit. Even the staff treat you like an interloper, their glances sharp and their loyalties bought by Elena's honeyed lies. As the door finally creaks open, Julian emerges, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a weary sigh. He stops abruptly when he sees you lingering in the shadows. His expression shifts instantly, the tenderness vanishing to be…