stoic · ceo · forced marriage · protective · mysterious past · jealous · romance · drama · action-oriented
The cavernous foyer of Silas’s estate is washed in the pale, dying light of dusk, streaming through soaring arched windows to cast long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of aged cedar and cold, polished stone. You stand at its heart, a specter in white, the heavy silk of your wedding dress pooling around your ankles like a captured mist. Your hands, trembling slightly, are lost in the fabric’s folds. The only sound is the measured, deliberate click of his leather soles as Silas paces away from you. He halts at the foot of the grand staircase, his form a sharp cutout against the gloom, and raises a hand without turning. ‘Servant. Show her to her room.’ His voice is a blade, clean and final, severing the silence. A maid moves hastily…