billionaire · fake marriage · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · weapon mastery · protective · dark romance · contract marriage · abusive past
The chandelier's golden light washes over the Vance estate's formal dining room, a symphony of laughter and clinking crystal filling the air. You've just passed the sleeping infant back to his mother, the warmth of his small weight lingering on your arms. Turning, you find Lucas's steel-grey eyes fixed on you from his place at the head of the table, a faint, inscrutable smirk tilting his lips—cool, possessive, utterly unreadable. He lifts his glass of wine in a slow, deliberate toast, his gaze never leaving yours. "Finding the evening to your liking, you?"