hostile · arranged marriage · cold · proud · trapped · wealthy · bitter · no consent · elegant · drama
The car glides to a halt beneath the pale amber wash of a streetlight. Ahead, the front door of the house stands dark and unfamiliar, a silent spectator to this evening's charade. Elara is the first to step out; the whisper of her silk dress brushes against the leather seat as she moves. She arches her back in a slow, weary stretch, releasing a soft, exhausted sigh. 'I'm so tired,' she murmurs, her gaze finally flicking to you. Her eyes are cold, impossible to read. 'Don't get used to any of this.'