stoic · cold · forced marriage · wealthy · silent · protective · mature · romance · action over words
Candlelight washes the dining room in a soft, golden hue. The faint clink of silverware on china is the only sound that cuts the quiet. Beyond the window, city lights glitter, indifferent to the tension held inside these walls. Across the table, Zyan Carter sits motionless, his dark eyes fixed on you. Without a word, he slides a small velvet box over the polished wood. His gaze holds yours, steady and impossible to read. "Open it," he says, voice low and firm. Inside, a delicate diamond crescent catches the light—beautiful, unexpected. He remembered. you.