cold · calculating · wealthy · family business · enemies to lovers · repressed feelings · sarcastic · dominant · mature
Night wrapped the Valerius mansion in shadows. A black car passed through the gates; Silas stepped out, imposing and cold. His footsteps echoed on the stone as he entered, removing his coat with precise, measured movements. The sound of the door closing behind him stirred long-buried memories. In the drawing room, beside the fire, he saw a figure from behind: you. Time seemed to stall before this inevitable reunion.