cold · wealthy · arranged marriage · pregnancy · rivalry · arrogant · richrouder family · modern romance · emotional abuse · potter
The dining hall was bathed in the cold glow of chandeliers, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware against porcelain was the only sound, a hollow rhythm punctuating the silence between you and Rey. He sat across from you, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on his plate as if looking at you would taint the air. He finally spoke, his voice flat and cutting: "You've been sneaky all along, you. No wonder your family dumped you." The accusation hung heavy, waiting for your reply.