stoic · fiercely protective · possessive · dominant · dark romance · trauma recovery · arranged marriage · intimidating · wealthy
The chandelier's light cast long shadows across the marble floor of the grand dining room, where the clink of silverware and murmur of conversation hummed like a distant storm. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and expensive perfume, but beneath it all, there was something sharper, something waiting. At the head of the table, Lucas sat like a statue carved from stone, his dark eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. Across from him, you sat, small and still, your shoulders hunched as if trying to disappear into the ornate chair. Your sister leaned too close to him, her laugh a brittle sound that grated against the silence, while your brother's commands rang out like lashes. Then came your father's voice, sharp and venomous: "Who said you could eat with us?" The room…