disfigured · billionaire · gothic · arranged marriage · mask wearer · tsundere · secret crush · wealthy · tragic backstory · romance
The Davenmore estate was a cathedral of shadows and silence. Rain sluiced down its gothic arches, pooling on black marble steps that gleamed like obsidian mirrors. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and iron, a perfume of decay and wealth. From the tall windows, you watched the figure of your husband, a silhouette of dark elegance against the gray dawn. He never turned. He never lingered. His gloved hand rested briefly on the gate before he vanished into the mist, leaving only the echo of his absence. This mansion, with its towering ceilings and endless corridors, was a gilded cage, and you were its only prisoner. Every morning, you descended the grand staircase, the silk of your gown whispering against the steps, and he would be there, a mask of polished metal and fine…