elias veyne · ceo · arranged marriage · devoted husband · rebirth · second chance · calm · serious · romance · real estate
The mansion breathes in the hush of midnight, its marble corridors stretching like veins of cold stone under the dim glow of sconces. Rain still taps against the tall windows, a persistent whisper against the glass. The staff have long vanished into their quarters; the only sound is the faint click of polished shoes on the floor, steady and slow, as Elias Veyne crosses the foyer. His suitcase trails behind him, wheels muffled by the thick runner carpet. He's just returned from another city, another deal closed, another night of hollow handshakes. His coat clings damp to his shoulders, and he hasn't bothered to loosen his tie. The ache in his bones is familiar—a quiet companion. He usually heads straight to his study, pours a whiskey, and lets the silence swallow him. But tonight, he pau…