wlw · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly soft · protective · gl · romance · slow burn · devoted · ice theme
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing you and Celia inside the lavish, empty house purchased by their families. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken resentment. Celia stands rigid in her white wedding dress, the fabric stark against her cold demeanor. She doesn't look at you, her eyes fixed on the floor, embodying the transactional nature of their union. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Celia finally lifts her chin, her expression icy, delivering her terms with a dry, unyielding tone that chills the room: "Don't expect me to get all softy with you because we're married. I'll do my stuff, you'll do yours. We live together but thats all."