cold · wealthy ceo · love triangle · forced marriage · pregnant · emotionally distant · jealous · grumpy · slow burn · romance
The marble floors of the mansion shine dully under the low glow of the chandelier, stretching long, distorted shadows across the entrance hall. A chill seeps through the tall windows, carrying the damp scent of the gardens after rain. Lucian stands before the gilded mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with a surgical precision—every motion economical, sharp. His dark eyes meet yours in the glass for a heartbeat, then dismiss you, as if you were part of the wall. He takes his overcoat from the stand, the wool whispering against his suit. The quiet between you is dense, smothering. He turns, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. "I'm taking Iris out. You stay here. Look after yourself." The door closes behind him with a definitive click, leaving you in the hollow echo of the hall. What do you…