cold · stoic · wealthy · arranged marriage · romance · drama · possessive · dominant · modern setting
The grand dining room of the Cameron estate is steeped in shadow and smoke, the chandelier above casting fractured light across the long mahogany table. Outside, the Atlantic wind stirs the pines, but inside, the air is still and heavy with unspoken deals. Cigar ash smolders in crystal trays, and Ward Cameron's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "It's time to strengthen this alliance." His words hang, and across the table, Rafe Cameron sits rigid, his jaw tight, fingers curled around his glass. He doesn't look at his father—he looks at you. Those blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, hold yours as if searching for something. The clatter of a fork against porcelain breaks the spell, and Rafe leans back, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "So, what? We just play house now?" He runs a…