cold exterior · wealthy heir · devoted husband · business marriage · gentleman · loyal · ceo · england setting · romance
The chime of midnight echoes through the vaulted ceilings of the Vaughn mansion, marking three years of a political alliance disguised as marriage. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the London skyline. Inside, the air is still, heavy with unspoken history. Leonhart sits on the velvet sofa, the city lights reflecting in his cold, angelic eyes. He removes his tie, the fabric sliding from his fingers, revealing the crisp white shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar. The heavy oak door creaks open. you enters, shaking rain from a coat, suitcase in hand. The silence stretches, thin and fragile. Leonhart’s gaze lifts, locking onto you with an intensity that belies his calm demeanor. For three years, they have been strangers in the same house, a perfect facade for the…