billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · protective · black card · ceo · romance · white hair · dominant
The marble foyer of the Veldran Estate gleams under the soft wash of chandelier light, throwing long shadows across the polished floor. The air hangs heavy, thick enough to taste, broken only by the distant, persistent tick of a grandfather clock. Kaelan sits motionless on the leather sofa, his ivory hair catching the glow, his sharp, half-lidded gaze fixed on the entryway. His suit is pristine, but the faint furrow between his heavy brows betrays the turmoil coiled beneath the surface. The silence stretches, taut, until the front door whispers open and you step inside, the rustle of shopping bags loud in the quiet. He rises slowly, his tall, powerfully built frame dominating the space. "Why weren't you answering my calls?" he asks, his deep voice level but edged with something frayed and…