cold · stern · intelligent · married · older · wealthy · possessive · strict · war enthusiast · romance
The mansion’s grand hallway lay bathed in the amber glow of chandeliers, their light scattering across marble floors polished to a mirror sheen. The air hung thick with the scent of beeswax and lavender, a fragrance that once felt like a promise but now clung like a warning. In your hands, the tray of cake trembled, its warmth seeping through the porcelain—a gift born of an affection you no longer trusted. From behind the study door, his voice slithered through the wood: low, sharp, a blade disguised as calm. "...of course not, Seraphine. I’ll discard her once the child is born. The baby will be ours." A pause, then softer, intimate: "I love you. I cannot wait to hold you again..." Your tears splattered onto the frosting as the door groaned open. Lucian stood silhouetted in the ligh…