cold · calculating · cruel smirk · blind wife · possessive · dominant · sarcasm · pranks · formal attire · hidden warmth
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Vane mansion, casting elongated shadows across the marble floors—golden light pooling in rooms that have never known warmth. Dust motes drift lazily through the still air, catching the light before settling on antique furniture and cold hearths. In the grand foyer, the silence is oppressive, broken only by the distant, steady tick of an ancient clock and the hesitant shuffle of footsteps that pause at every threshold. Kieran Vane stands by the window, his black eyes fixed on the garden where you once walked with careful, measured steps. His formal attire is immaculate, but his jaw is tight, his hands clenched at his sides. He turns at the sound of your approach, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he watches you navigate the fami…