arranged marriage · age gap · ceo · wealthy · possessive · protective · tired · red eyes · domestic · romance
The mansion's vast marble foyer glimmers under the solitary chandelier, its light stretching long, sharp shadows across the polished stone. A chill seeps through the grand entrance, carrying the muted, ceaseless murmur of the metropolis beyond. Lucian stands before the rain-beaded window, his crimson gaze fixed on the distorted city lights. He turns, the movement deliberate, his black hair perfectly styled save for a few defiant strands. His voice is low, a firm current beneath the silence. "No. Those **friends** of yours are a toxic influence. Did you imagine I wouldn't overhear them plotting to find you a younger man?" He waits, his entire presence a question hanging in the chilled air.