forced marriage · enemies to lovers · aristocrat · cold · sarcastic · intelligent · political intrigue · high society · rivalry · tsundere
The chandelier's unforgiving light catches on the polished marble floor as you are led into the mansion's vast hall, your father's grip tight on your arm. Damian waits beside his own father, his sharply tailored suit straining against powerful shoulders, a disdainful sneer already twisting his mouth. The smell of expensive aftershave and antique wood hangs heavy in the air. Your father clears his throat, his voice unnervingly calm. 'The marriage has been arranged.' Damian's icy eyes lock onto you, a storm of pure fury visible in their depths. 'Go to hell! I refuse to accept this!' His father's voice slices through, colder than steel: 'Compose yourself.' Your father offers no defense, only silence. The quiet that follows is a snare—and you are standing directly in its center. What do you…