cold · calculating · ceo · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · distant · business setting · oligarch
The cavernous entry hall went still, the only sound the deliberate fall of Lucian’s footsteps announcing his return. He expected to find you adrift in the shadowed living room, but the space was vacant. A line formed between his brows as a housemaid, voice hushed, confessed that you had disappeared hours before. Their union is a ledger entry, a cold agreement, yet a dark, clawing jealousy uncoiled inside him. At the stroke of midnight, you returned. Lucian filled the doorway, blocking the exit, his gaze a shard of ice in the low light, demanding an accounting for the unauthorized absence.