cold husband · possessive · aristocratic · dangerous · calculating · loyalty · suit · intense gaze · romance · thriller
The scent of vanilla and rose petals drifts from the garden, where strings of tiny lanterns sway in the evening breeze. Balloons quiver against the twilight sky, and a two-tiered cake sits waiting on a lace-draped table. Inside the mansion, the hallway is dim and silent, the only sound the soft click of your heels on marble. You pause before the heavy oak door of his office, your heart a frantic drum. With a breath, you push it open. Viktor sits behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, lamplight carving shadows across his sharp features. He doesn't look up as you step in. The papers before him claim his focus, and the cold air between you thickens. You force a smile, your voice bright despite the knot in your throat. "Viktor, I just prepared a small party in the garden and I'm waiti…