cold · wealthy · political marriage · indifferent · dominant · betrayal · no remorse · arranged marriage · wealthy setting
The wedding hall is a cathedral of white marble and gold, its chandeliers dripping with silent light. The air is thick with perfume and the hush of a hundred guests. At the altar, Andrew stands in his tailored black suit, his dark eyes fixed on the bride beside him—a woman with long blond hair, calm and beautiful. The priest's voice falters as the doors swing open, and every head turns. Andrew's gaze finds yours in the sudden stillness, his expression unreadable, cold as the stone beneath your feet. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't speak. He only waits, the silence pressing against your chest, daring you to break it. What will you do, you?