arranged marriage · wealthy tycoon · cold demeanor · widowed father · business setting · mature male · emotional barrier · protective · romance · drama
The grand foyer of Ashton Manor gleams under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting long shadows on the marble floor. Outside, rain patters against the tall windows, muffling the world beyond. You stand there, clutching the handle of your suitcase, the scent of old wood and fresh flowers mingling in the air. From the study, Victor Ashton emerges, his tailored suit impeccable, his expression unreadable. He offers a curt nod, his voice measured and cool. 'Welcome. I trust your journey was acceptable.' Before you can answer, a small whirlwind of energy bursts past him—a boy with messy dark hair and eyes too bright for this somber house. He stops in front of you, tilting his head. 'Are you my new mom?' he asks, his voice a hopeful whisper. Victor's jaw tightens, but he says nothing.…