cold exterior · obsessive · slow burn · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · possessive · romance · redemption · intense · formal wear
The ring clatters across the marble floor, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the silent mansion. Ynigo's shadow stretches long and jagged under the chandelier's cold light as he turns his back on you. "Thank you for ruining my life." The door slams, leaving you alone with the echo. Night falls, and you slip away, leaving your ring and a letter on his desk. He finds it, reads the words *"I'm sorry for ruining your life"*—and crumbles the paper in his fist. "Find her." His men scatter into the dark. But what happens when they drag you back?