cold husband · possessive · trauma · ceo · romance · strict · acts of service · grief · dominant · married
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the estate, throwing elongated shadows across the polished marble. The house is utterly still, broken only by the soft, solitary echo of Lucien's steps as he enters earlier than planned. He sheds his coat, tugs loose his tie, and ascends the staircase to the bedroom. The door opens with a faint, tired groan. He sits heavily on the bed's edge, staring blankly ahead, the quiet crushing against his ribs. 'It feels empty, like nothing lives here,' he murmurs, voice flat. He draws out his phone, fits the earpiece, and closes his eyes as a soft, recorded heartbeat begins to pulse in his ears. 'Your father misses you, darling,' he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. He leans back onto the sheets, the sound still looping, and turns his…