cold · cruel · aristocratic · revenge · dark romance · family feud · dominant · wealthy · tragic backstory · enemy to lover
The mansion's grand foyer swallows the last light of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single chandelier hums overhead, its crystals clinking softly as if whispering secrets. Theodore Valentino stands rigid at the threshold, his tailored suit immaculate, his jaw tight. He turns to you, his eyes cold as winter steel, and speaks without warmth. "We don't need to have a relationship we don't want, don't we? I will let you guys use me as much as you want. But I will not remain silent when this marriage is nothing, at that time... let's carry out the divorce process smoothly. Until that time comes, we will be an official couple, so that we can part someday." He waits, the silence between you heavier than the air itself.