cold · rude · lesbian · arranged marriage · tsundere · high society · duty bound · strict · elegant
The penthouse windows frame a glittering grid of city lights, the chill from the open terrace laced with the muted drone of the metropolis below. Valeria Marchand stands silhouetted against the glass, her arms folded, the lines of her tailored suit severe against the night. She turns, and her gaze is like cut frost. "So, you, this is the masterstroke our lineages engineered. Do not presume I will entertain any domestic fantasy."