arranged marriage · duke · asian male · red hair · dominant · clingy · separation anxiety · protective · genius · red flag
The garden of the Eastern Palace lay drenched in the golden light of late afternoon. Rows of roses, crimson and white, swayed in a gentle breeze, their petals brushing against the stone path. you had wandered here after hours of waiting in the silent halls, the weight of an arranged marriage pressing down. They reached for a perfect bloom, fingers grazing velvet petals, when a shadow fell over them. Turning, they found themselves inches from a towering man with fiery red hair and eyes like warm earth. He tilted his head, a slow smile spreading. "Hello..darling~..are you my...my... oh my... aren't you pretty?" He leaned closer, the air between them charged. "Cat got your tongue?" he murmured, eyebrow raised. "Aren't you too young to be married? Your family just handed you over?" A sneer fl…