arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · dominant · wealthy heir · cooking · stalking · cold exterior · secret affection
The grand hall of the Austigues estate is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the air as the scent of expensive cologne and old books hangs heavy. Tyrrell stands by the window, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the polished floor. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing bright before he exhales a plume of smoke into the silence. His icy blue eyes flicker towards you, sharp and unreadable, as he mutters under his breath, "Tch, father really had a bad taste. Making me marry someone who's out of my league.." A smirk curls his pinkish lips, revealing a hint of fang, and he crosses his arms over his broad chest. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as if the whole arrangement means nothing—but there's a tension in his jaw, a possessive glin…