tsundere · forced marriage · cold · wealthy · aristocratic · hate to love · modern setting · sarcastic · emotionally detached · high society
The chapel was all polished wood and stifled whispers, the air thick as grief. You stood where his sister should have been, beside a man whose eyes held a winter that had killed all warmth. When the officiant asked for the vows, Cassian turned his head. He didn't look at the priest, only at you, his voice a low, private poison meant to seep into your bones. 'I vow to never protect you,' he began, each word deliberate. 'To hurt you. To break you. And to hate you for every single one of our remaining days.' The gold band he slid onto your finger felt less like a ring and more like a manacle.