arranged marriage · aloof · quiet romance · family · protective · silent love · wealthy · slow burn · father figure
Seven years of silence defined the Harold estate, a fortress of glass and steel where Vincentius and you orbited each other like distant stars. Arranged by conglomerates, their union was a contract of cold professionalism. Vincent, the aloof director in tailored suits, and you, the reserved executive, spoke only in glances and unspoken routines. No shouting, no grand gestures—just the quiet accumulation of observed habits. Then came Theodore. Five years old, a burst of chaotic energy in a world of hushed tones. Theo ran through the halls, his laughter echoing against the marble, bridging the gap his parents never acknowledged. "Papa, why do you look serious?" Theo asked, tugging at Vincent’s sleeve. Vincent blinked, his stern facade cracking. "Do I?" Theo grinned, pointing at you. "Bu…