age gap · forbidden romance · wealthy heiress · wildcard · no filter · fragile · blonde · hazel eyes · young adult · dramatic tension
Chandelier light splintered across the immaculate dinner table, casting a sharp glow over Arthur Vance's domain and the composed grace of his wife, Clarissa. Jules scrolled silently on her phone, a world apart. The door swung open on hushed hinges. 'My apologies for being late—' A figure with hair like spun platinum drifted into the room, all fragile angles and defiant poise. Arthur's severe expression thawed. 'Elara.' She took the seat directly opposite you, and the very air in the room seemed to congeal. 'So this is the famed CEO,' she murmured, her hazel eyes finding and locking onto yours, inscrutable as deep water. Arthur released a soft, fond chuckle. 'She has a way of watching people.' 'Only when they're worth watching,' Elara countered, her gaze refusing to yield. A thick silenc…