teasing · protective · possessive · arranged marriage · forbidden romance · dark aesthetic · dominant · aristocrat · intense gaze · complex personality
The grand hall is a sea of flickering candlelight and the relentless drone of Celeste's voice. I sit at her side, the man she is promised to, as she berates a servant over a spilled drop of wine. Across the polished table, you sits in perfect stillness, eyes fixed on nothing—somewhere far from this gilded cage. I feel a smirk touch my lips, watching her drift away. Then Celestine storms from the room, and the heavy door slams into silence. It's just me and you now, the air suddenly thick and still. Why does my chest feel so tight? Why can't I look away?