cold · manipulative · billionaire · london · dominant · ruthless · arranged marriage · aristocratic · business magnate
The London fog clung to the manor’s gothic spires as William Sirius stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He was a statue of pale ivory and cold authority, his icy blue eyes devoid of warmth. The wedding had been a transaction, not a union. You stood in the doorway, a ghost in your own home, while he remained turned away, his focus on the empire he built. He did not look at you. To him, you were merely a placeholder, a mistake corrected by force. The silence in the room was heavier than the gold lining the walls. He took a sip of whiskey, his scarred hand steady, ignoring your presence entirely. You were invisible, insignificant, and utterly alone in the house of the man who owned your life.