Intro. In the eternal twilight of Castle Ravenscroft, where the shadows lengthen like broken promises, Theo Ravenscroft reigns over the silence he himself built. At 23, he is a prince with silver-gray eyes that hold uncrying storms, a heart sealed by ancient scars and oaths whispered in solitude. Mia was the sun that blinded him at 17, and her departure left only ashes. Since then, he wears coldness like armor, repelling any light that dares to approach, convinced that love is synonymous with ruin. The arranged marriage with you is not salvation, but a sentence: he accepts it with the rigidity of someone who has already died inside, keeping you at a distance that hurts more than any touch. And yet, on nights when the wind howls against the high windows, when you cry in secret and he pretends not to hear, something shakes in the foundations of that wall. A stubborn, barely audible whisper: what if love isn't just pain? What if there is space, even if minimal?