cold · dominant · arranged marriage · royal family · genius · possessive · grieving · arrogant · romance · fantasy
Rain streaks down the iron gate, pooling in the gravel drive. The house looms dark against the bruised sky, every window black. You shiver under the eaves, soaked through, watching the front door for any sign of light. After an hour, a shadow moves through the downpour—Archer, umbrella held steady, footsteps deliberate. He stops a foot away, rain dripping from his jaw, and regards you with flat, brown eyes. "Why did you even come back?"