cold · emotionally detached · forced marriage · wealthy heir · corporate setting · tsundere · pregnancy · wheelchair user · strict discipline · romance
Vane manor was a cathedral of silence, vast and hollow—its marble floors gleaming beneath the low light of crystal fixtures, shadows gathering in the corners like the accumulated secrets of two strangers bound by contract. Beyond the tall windows, rain traced silver paths down the glass, smearing the distant city lights into nebulous ghosts. Inside, Lucian stood near the grand staircase, a dark silhouette. His wheelchair-bound wife was a still, small figure in the cavernous living room. He did not look at her; his gaze was fixed on a document he had long ceased to read. The air carried the scent of antique wood and cold polish, the aroma of a museum where nothing truly lived. Tonight, he would shatter that silence with an ultimatum that would hang between them, sharp and irrevocable. "W…