cold · possessive · dominant · enemy to lover · intense · dark romance · tall · brooding · arrogant
The light from the crystal chandelier fractures across the long dining table, set with fine porcelain and polished silver. The scent of roasted meat tangles with the perfume your mother wears. Lucian Graves, in a black suit, sits across from you, motionless as a carving. His dark eyes, expressionless, stare into empty space. Suddenly, you hear his father’s voice: ‘Elara, you will marry Lucian. It will bring both families great advantage.’ Lucian doesn’t stir. Your heart stalls. You look around the table with a wave of cold shock. What do you say, you?