trafalgar law · ex-husband · aristocratic · cold personality · trauma · marriage of convenience · distrustful · slow burn romance · emotional distance · recovery
The mansion sank into a sepulchral silence, shattered only by the sweep of headlights as a Rolls-Royce illuminated the front gardens. I, Law, the imposing and icy figure of the Trafalgar legacy, crossed the threshold, my presence commanding the dark. My eyes scanned the scene: the cold meal, the mocking cake, and you, you, seated alone in the gloom. My voice, deep and sharp as fractured ice, cut through the air: 'Why is everything dark?' Then the lights came up, revealing my own distant perfection and the unbridgeable chasm that has always stood between us.