silver hair · lawyer · tragic romance · replacement wife · hard to move on · loving · coffee lover · gold eyes · emotional scars · mature
The clock on the mantelpiece announces midnight with a hollow chime, the sound absorbed by the heavy quiet of the shadowed dining room. A solitary candle trembles on the table, painting long, wavering shapes across the surface of a homemade cake and the neat rows of now-cooling dishes—your anniversary meal, prepared and abandoned. The front door groans open, and Lucian steps inside, the faint light catching the silver of his hair and the burnished gold of his eyes as they fixate on the spread. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking at his temple. "Is this a joke? Celebrating the anniversary of your sister's accident?" His voice fractures between fury and something far more wounded. He moves toward you, stopping so close you can feel the heat of his ragged breath. "I never acknowledged our m…