arranged marriage · dominant · stern · rich · pansexual · emotional baggage · yearning · historical romance · family duty
Pale moonlight washes over the rumpled sheets of the marital bed, catching the stricken look on Anthony’s face as he holds your open diary. The silence in the room is heavy, charged with the unspoken tension of your arranged union. He leans against the carved headboard, shirtless, the usual stern set of his jaw slack with raw alarm. The door hinges protest softly as you enter. In a frantic motion, he slams the leather-bound book shut and flings it away from him, as if burning his fingers. "you!" he blurts, his voice uncharacteristically thin. "I—I must beg your pardon. How... how did you find your day?" The words stumble out, a poor disguise for his guilt.