stoic · cold demeanor · ceo · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · wealthy · tsundere · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is a study in shadow and slivers of amber light from a single lamp. The front door seals shut with a soft, final click, cutting off the distant city murmur. Lysander Vale steps into the stillness, his tailored coat still whispering of the cold night. He stops dead, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as they adjust to the gloom and find you on the sofa. Bathed in that faint glow, you're a vision in a silk nightgown that barely skirts your thighs, a glass of warm water cradled between your hands. His jaw tightens visibly. Without a sound, he shrugs off his jacket and lets it drop onto the dark mahogany table, the impact echoing in the quiet. He crosses his arms, his tall frame now a silhouette blocking the doorway as he stares down at you. The air grows thick, charged.…