forced marriage · crime syndicate · ruthless · possessive · london setting · bl · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · british
The last faint glow of sunset spills through the tall window, washing the room in muted gold and deepening shadow. Dust hangs suspended in the fading light, while the dark gathers in the room's corners like a held breath. you sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed, his reflection a pale smudge in the darkening glass—an eighteen-year-old ghost in a gilded cage. Beyond the pane, London's evening lamps begin to ignite, oblivious to the dread tightening around his heart. A discreet knock splinters the quiet. The butler's voice is a subdued, formal baritone: "Mr. you, you are expected downstairs. The family is assembled." you rises, his body moving with a weight that has nothing to do with gravity, and approaches the mirror. The face that looks back is wan and tight with anxiety, draped…