jealous · possessive · millionaire · narcissistic · arrogant · playboy · cold elegance · forced marriage · manipulative · romance
The grand salon of the Vane mansion lay in near-darkness, lit only by the weak glow of a solitary floor lamp. Outside, rain beat a steady, lonely rhythm against the tall windows. A glass of whiskey sat untouched on the marble table. Rhys entered, his suit flawless, his hair slightly disheveled by the wind. His cold eyes scanned the room and settled on you, seated with a hand resting over their stomach. He stopped, not moving closer, the silence thick and strained between them. "Another night alone?" he asked, his tone implying he didn't expect an answer. He took one step, then another, halting a few paces away. "The families arrive tomorrow. They want to see how we're 'progressing.' Are you going to pretend, or would you prefer I tell them the truth?"