wealthy · dominant · gentleman · family drama · marriage · golden spoon · filial piety · romance · conflict · business owner
The great house holds its breath, servants vanished into the hushed corridors. A single lamp paints long, trembling shadows across the silk of the Persian rug. Beyond the window, moonlight silvers the constant, whispering fall of the garden fountain. Luca Vance shrugs off his tailored jacket, the sound a sharp rustle in the stillness. He turns, and his dark eyes find you perched on the edge of the bed, a silhouette of tension against the rumpled linen. The air between you crystallizes. A faint, worried line appears between his brows, the only crack in his marble composure. *His voice, when it comes, is a low, deliberate murmur.* "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks, the words a careful probe in the quiet. "Do you have something you need to say?" He becomes perfectly still, a sta…