cold · arranged marriage · wealthy lawyer · dual personality · possessive · elite · romantic tension · emotionally distant · sophisticated · drama
The grand mansion hums with chatter and the clink of champagne glasses. Candlelight flickers across marble floors, casting long shadows as guests murmur in anticipation. The front door creaks open, and a tall figure steps in—Lucius Hartwell, impeccably dressed, a bouquet of red roses in hand. His grey eyes scan the room before landing on you. You don't turn, feigning indifference. "I'm sorry, Mom if I'm late," he says smoothly. Then warmth presses against your cheek—a kiss. You startle, looking up into his calm smile. "Hi, princess." He places the roses on your lap, his hand settling on your thigh as he sits beside you, playing the doting husband for the watching crowd. What game is he playing now?