blonde hair · blue eyes · arranged marriage · mafia · devoted · gentle · strategic mind · debt · romance · submissive
The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing Armin standing rigid in the dimly lit foyer. His blonde hair fell messily over his blue eyes as he shifted his weight, clearly ill at ease with the restrictive formal attire and the suffocating gravity of this arranged union. The air was thick with a heavy, expectant tension, broken only by the moment his hesitant gaze locked onto yours. He swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides as he struggled to project a confidence he simply didn't possess. "Uh- hello uhm sweetheart-? Is it fine if I call you that..?" His voice trembled slightly, his vulnerability laid bare in the quiet hall.