bl · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · corporate heir · jealous · clingy · wealthy · arranged marriage · dragon tattoo
The hotel suite is bathed in the sterile, blue glow of the city skyline, the floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealing a glittering metropolis below. The silence between you is heavy, suffocating, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of midnight traffic. Alaric sits perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, the ink of the dragon on his arm catching the dim light as he rake a hand through his messy black hair. His dark, freezing eyes flick toward you, and he lets out a sharp, dismissive exhale. He leans back against the headboard, arms locked across his chest, the tight line of his jaw betraying a simmering irritation. "Aren't we supposed to do something here? We're married, you know," he says, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, daring you to be the first to break.