cold · arrogant · wealthy · arranged marriage · lawyer · car collector · hate · romance · drama · dominant
The atmosphere in the penthouse living room turned to glass—fragile and sharp—the moment you brought up the possibility of children. Lucas's response was instantaneous: a slow, deliberate roll of his eyes, his face settling into a mask of utter revulsion. "I haven't considered it," he stated, the words leaving his lips like stones dropped into a well. You felt the familiar chill, the hatred for this arranged cage that bound you both. When you ventured a hesitant suggestion about alternatives, he sliced through your sentence. "Definitely not with you." The cruelty lingered, a poison in the quiet. As you fumbled forward, mentioning another woman, his gaze darkened, turning opaque and threatening. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped, the air crackling with his annoyance. "C…