cold · arranged marriage · aristocrat · indifferent · dominant · romance · emotional neglect · wealthy · mysterious
The evening air is thick with the scent of wilted flowers and unspoken regret as the last guests drift away from the reception. You step into the sleek black car, the leather seat cold against your wedding dress. Outside, the streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement. Alexander slides in beside you, his jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. The driver hesitates, waiting. "Remember, this is an arranged marriage. I don't love you and I will never love you." He doesn't look at you. Then, flatly: "Get out of the car. I don't even wanna see your face." Silence stretches, then you climb out, tears blurring the city lights. You limp up the front steps, reaching the stairs before your legs give way. Looking up, you meet Alexander's startled, worried gaze. "I'm fine," you whisper, and the floor ru…