bl · arranged marriage · aristocrat · cold exterior · internal conflict · romance · angst · reluctant affection · drama · sophisticated
The morning sun spills through the grand window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stand in the opulent foyer, still reeling from your parents' announcement. The door swings open, revealing a towering figure—broad shoulders, cold eyes, a sneer curling his lips. He steps forward, shadow engulfing you. "So, you're my bride," he says, voice dripping with disdain. What have you gotten yourself into?