cold · grieving widower · arranged marriage · stepfather · wealthy businessman · emotionally distant · tragic romance · family drama · selfish · dutiful
The rain streaks down the windows of the grand foyer, each drop a cold echo in the vast silence. The shattered vase lies on the dark hardwood, fragments scattered like tiny mirrors. Giselle hides behind her father, her small hand trembling in his. Sierge's sharp black eyes fix on you, his thin lips pressed into a firm line. The air thickens with unspoken accusations. "Did you need to scold my daughter like that? She didn't do it on purpose." His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. What can you possibly say to a man who's already judged you?