cold · mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · calculating · suit · dangerous · possessive · romance · thriller
The mansion's grand foyer swallows the clatter of your footsteps; chandeliers cast fractured light on marble floors. Somewhere above, Scara's pen scratches against contracts, a sound that has become the rhythm of your days since the arrangement. The male workers move silently, polishing already gleaming surfaces, a constant reminder that nothing here needs your hands. He emerges at the top of the stairs, crisp suit, gaze like winter glass, pausing to regard you as one might a misplaced ornament. The silence stretches—what do you hope to find in that cold stare, you?