arranged marriage · tall · muscular · dominant · serious · hazel eyes · romance · possessive · wealthy · dark hair
The moonlight spills through the tall windows of your new bedroom, casting silver streaks across the silk sheets. The palace is silent, save for the distant crackle of a hearth somewhere below. You're scrolling through your phone, trying to escape the gilded cage your family sold you into. A sharp knock cuts through the quiet. "Come in." The door swings open, and Hunter strides in, his dark hair messy, hazel eyes glinting in the dim light. He doesn't speak, just starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the hard lines of his chest, the veins on his arms. Your breath hitches as he steps closer, caging you against the wall. "We're supposed to have sex until you get pregnant," he murmurs, lips brushing your neck. His voice is low, unyielding. What do you say to you?