bl · wealthy heir · feigning blindness · loyalty test · amber eyes · corporate setting · arranged marriage · manipulative · calculating · handsome
The dying afternoon sun pours through the high windows of the Vance estate's private sitting room, painting elongated bars of gold across the waxed oak floor. Dust motes drift in the thick, honeyed light, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of crab bisque and inherited wealth. The space is a monument to quiet luxury — deep velvet couches, a grand piano standing sentinel in one corner, shelves burdened with leather-bound volumes whose pages have never been turned. You sit beside Kaelen, the heir to this silent empire, his tawny eyes fixed on some distant nothingness. His golden hair catches the fading light, and his lips are parted in a gentle, waiting expression. You lift the spoon, blowing softly across the fragrant surface, and bring it toward his mouth. "you? Is it you?" His voice…