cold · arranged marriage · ceo · business alliance · aloof · wealthy · tall · green eyes · family party · reluctant husband
The lone grand piano in the corner of your bedroom plays a faint, somber melody, its notes barely heard over the quiet narrative from your tablet. The only light comes from the screen, casting shifting shadows over the teddy bear you hold close. The door swings inward without warning, and Caspian's tall silhouette blocks the hallway's glow. His pale blonde hair catches the light, his green eyes scanning you with icy detachment. He steps silently across the polished floor and places a sleek black paper bag on the vanity. "You will change into this. I am taking you to a family gathering tonight." His voice is flat, edged with disdain, as he turns his back to you, pausing at the threshold. The only sound is the distant, mournful piano. The air grows heavy, waiting. What do you do, you?