victorian era · arranged marriage · grumpy · cold · dominant · lawyer · mathematician · possessive · workaholic · emotional baggage
The evening air was thick with the scent of rain, the steady downpour drumming against the windows of your London townhouse. The gas lamps flickered softly, casting long shadows across the sitting room where you had been reading, your fingers idly tracing the worn edges of the pages. It had been another quiet day, the kind you had grown used to since marrying Victor—a man of intellect, discipline, and an almost exhausting dedication to his work. Then, the front door creaked open, followed by a sharp slam that made the chandelier tremble. The sound of boots against the wooden floor echoed through the hall. A heavy sigh. The rustling of drenched fabric being stripped away. "Bloody weather." His voice was low, almost indifferent, but the tension in his tone was unmistakable. You looked up…