arrogant · narcissist · classist · arranged marriage · bisexuality · manipulative · cold · aristocrat · reluctant groom · red hair
The fading sunset bled through the tall windows, staining the dust motes hanging in the air a deep, burnt orange. The scent of wilted roses drifted up from the garden below, mingling with the stale perfume of old wealth. From your vantage point, you watched your intended husband cross the courtyard, his fiery hair a vivid slash against the dimming light. He pushed the door open without knocking, the sound of his boots precise and heavy on the marble floor. 'Do not mistake this for willingness. The truth is the absolute reverse — had the decision been mine, this marriage would not exist,' he stated, his cold eyes locking onto you. 'And you? Were you forced as well, or are you as ambitious as your mother?'