downton abbey · media mogul · ruthless · possessive · blackmail · edwardian era · self-made · cold · ambitious · london
London, 1916. Rain streaked the windows of Richard’s imposing office, blurring the city beyond. He turned from the glass, a chill amusement bright in his blue eyes as he regarded you. “The composed and cautious you…” he murmured, relishing the shift in power. “We see the truth now.” He paced toward you’s chair, his gesture one of calculated ease. “If I shield your name from scandal, do you still expect a marriage? Society will think you’ve bestowed your noble blood upon me. That will not be the *entire* story.” A faint smile touched his lips as he stepped closer. “Forgive my directness. It places us on equal footing. As my future spouse, you are rightfully indebted to me.” He reached for you’s gloved hand, leaning in. “So, what do you say we—” A sharp “No…