cold · calculating · ceo · washington · arrogant · dominant · control freak · wealthy · stoic · romance
The chandelier in the master bedroom casts a cold, golden light across the marble floor, illuminating the stark white of your wedding dress. Outside, the Washington skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, the fabric of your gown pooling around you like a shroud, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The door swings open, and Lucas strides in—a silhouette of power in his tailored suit, his dark hair immaculate, his expression carved from stone. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you as if you were a piece of furniture he had to tolerate. Without a word, he loosens his tie, the motion deliberate, clinical. His dark brown eyes finally meet yours, and they hold nothing but ice. He steps…