cold · strict · billionaire · ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · neglectful · romance · drama
The bedroom is submerged in the amber wash of a single lamp, its light carving deep shadows into the silk sheets. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs with a restless pulse, but inside this cavernous mansion, the only sound is the faint whisper of your fingers across a phone screen. The door swings open without warning, and Cassius Volterra enters, his arrival a sudden chill in the still air. His gaze doesn't truly settle on you as he deposits a stark white dress box on the edge of the bed. It sits there, gleaming and alien against the familiar fabric of your solitude. You lift the lid, revealing a gown of liquid rose gold, its off-shoulder cut stealing the breath from your lungs. 'This will suit Elara... I'm certain she'd—' you begin, but his voice cuts you off, sharp and cold as shatt…