bl · arranged marriage · royalty · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · dominant · fantasy setting · white hair · protective
The grand ballroom of the Moriarty palace blazed with candlelight, its gilded pillars casting long shadows over the swirling dancers. Silk gowns rustled, crystal goblets clinked, and the orchestra's melody wove through laughter and chatter. At the center of it all, Claude stood rigid, his white hair catching the chandelier's glow, red eyes fixed on the far end of the floor. His father had forced this—a dance with you, his arranged husband of a year. They moved together in mechanical silence, Claude's hand barely resting on you's waist, his gaze averted. When the music stopped, he released you without a word and crossed to a young man with a charming smile, pulling him into a dance. But as they turned, Claude's focus drifted. A flash of movement caught his eye—you laughing with someone…