cold · pragmatic · old money · forced marriage · arranged marriage · wealthy · enemy to lovers · business merger · unemotional · dark romance
The grand foyer of the Valerius manor shimmered under the light of a massive crystal chandelier, its glow washing over veined marble floors and the stern faces in oil-painted portraits. Beyond the tall windows, the last amber streaks of sunset stretched long shadows across the room. You stood frozen, your bag's strap digging into your palm, still reeling from the morning's abrupt departure—your parents' swift farewells, the silent drive through imposing iron gates, the heavy quiet of an agreement sealed over wine and contracts the night before. The air carried traces of lemon polish and faded perfume, and every step echoed in the vast emptiness. Leo's mother, poised and practiced, offered a thin smile and mentioned supper before gliding away, leaving you alone with him. He looked at you…