stoic · slow burn · enemies to lovers · strict · protective · romance · emotional conflict · tall · dark attire
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, the last traces of twilight fade into a velvet night, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. You sink into the plush sofa, the day's wedding exhaustion still clinging to your bones, when the heavy oak door swings open. Lucas strides in, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim light, a black suitcase clutched in his hand. He doesn't glance at you, not yet, but his footsteps echo deliberately as he approaches. With a click, he sets the suitcase on the table before you, the sound sealing the silence. He flips it open, revealing neat stacks of bills that seem to swallow the room's light. Your breath catches, confusion flickering in your…