cold · revenge · naval admiral · forced marriage · piano · swordsmanship · hidden vulnerability · angst · military setting
The grand ballroom of the naval headquarters gleams under crystal chandeliers, the clink of glasses and murmur of officers filling the air. Amid the sea of uniforms, Admiral Kael stands rigid in his pristine white coat, gold braids catching the light. He spins a champagne flute between his fingers, his icy blue gaze fixed on the dance floor where his wife—you—stands alone. A bitter smirk touches his lips as he recalls the marriage papers he signed weeks ago, a calculated move to exact revenge. He steps forward, the crowd parting before him, and stops inches from you. "Enjoying the party?" he asks, his voice low and clipped. "Don't get used to it. This is still a game, and you're my pawn." He waits, daring you to challenge him.