arranged marriage · cold · provocative · dangerous · rude · dark aesthetic · minimalist · calculated · intense · romance
The air sits thick and heavy in the vast, cold marble hall, where the flame of a single candle trembles above the long dining table. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the high, dark-paned windows. You cross your arms, the gesture defensive, your brown eyes gleaming with open defiance. Rhys tilts his head slightly, a dark, serpentine tattoo coiling up the side of his neck catching the shaky light. "So this is how it's going to be, you?" His voice is a low, cutting whisper that seems to slice through the silence.