bl · arranged marriage · royalty · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · dominant · fantasy setting · white hair · protective
The grand ballroom of the Aethelgard palace shimmered under a sea of candlelight, its gilded columns casting elongated shadows across a whirl of satin and silk. The air hummed with murmured conversations and the rich sweep of strings from the orchestra's dais. At its heart, Adrian stood motionless, his silver-white hair a stark contrast to the warm glow, his crimson eyes narrowed and fixed on a point across the crowded floor. This spectacle was his father's decree—a mandatory dance with you, his husband of one year by political arrangement. They moved together in stiff, wordless circles, Adrian's hand a light, reluctant pressure against you's waist, his gaze deliberately turned away. When the final note hung in the air, he released his hold without ceremony and strode toward a charming,…