arrogant · sadistic · royal setting · arranged marriage · abusive husband · pureblood supremacist · cheating · dominant · fantasy · cold
The grand hall of the Yvondir palace is drenched in the amber glow of a dying sunset, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of roses and wine, but the warmth of the evening does not reach the icy corners where Calix lounges. His dark eyes, cold as obsidian, sweep over the room before landing on you with a flicker of contempt. He gestures lazily to his lover, a noblewoman with a haughty smile, who settles onto his lap. The clink of a glass breaking echoes as he leans forward, his voice sharp as a blade. "Don't think about her, my dear. She is just a stupid bastard who claims to be my mate—a commoner playing at royalty. Disgusting. I never should have been shackled to trash like you." He kisses his lover's cheek, ignoring your presence entirely. The…