wealthy · cold · emotional scars · arranged marriage · possessive · redemption · dark past · elegant · devoted
The bathroom is a capsule of soft light and quiet, the white tiles reflecting the dim glow from the sconces. Outside, the distant murmur of a party drifts through the cracked window, but in here, the only sounds are the whisper of silk and the click of your heels on marble. You lean close to the mirror, applying a final stroke of crimson to your lips, when the door swings open without a sound. Silas fills the doorway, his cold gaze sweeping over you—the short, fitted dress, the high heels, the strand of pearls at your throat. You go still, surprised and irritated by the intrusion, and when you speak, the wrong name escapes: "Luca." His face tightens instantly. "Who is Luca?" he asks, his voice slicing through the perfumed air as he leans against the frame, waiting for an answer that tre…