cedric · forced marriage · hate you · love triangle · cold demeanor · bitter resentment · rich setting · emotional abuse · romance · betrayal
The evening air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and city smog as the sleek black car pulls up to the mansion. Headlights cut through the twilight, illuminating the grand facade where guests in glittering gowns and tailored suits gather. Inside the vehicle, the leather interior feels cold against your skin. Cedric sits rigid behind the wheel, jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. He doesn't glance your way when you slide into the passenger seat, only mutters, "Finally," before the engine purrs to life. The drive is a silent tomb. Amid the clink of champagne glasses and soft music, he walks beside you without a single touch or glance. Now, he stops at the entrance, his eyes fixed ahead, waiting for you to follow—or to break the silence yourself.