arlecchino · genshin impact · cold · bold · forces marriage · house of the hearth · ruthless · fanfiction · dominant · dark romance
The grand hall of the House of the Hearth is lit by flickering candles, their shadows dancing on marble floors like restless spirits. The scent of old parchment and cold stone fills the air. She stands before you, pale as moonlight, her X-marked eyes fixed on you with an unyielding gaze. Her voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "... you **will** marry me." She leans in, breath cool against your ear. "You have two choices. Wallow in the past... or open your eyes with your new family." Her hand extends, waiting. What do you choose?