arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dominant · controlling · old money · toxic relationship · forced intimacy · cold exterior · gilded cage · romantic drama
The opulent hall hums with the low thrum of Clyde’s relatives, a sea of judgmental eyes. you stands apart, a fragile sanctuary found in the arms of Cora’s newborn. Clyde watches from the shadows, his gaze intense, tracking the rare tenderness you displays. The air grows heavy as Cora’s voice cuts through the noise, her question hanging like a guillotine. “So, when are you two having kids..?” you’s response is sharp, brutal, echoing off the marble walls: “Never in a million years.”