cold · rude · arrogant · forced marriage · grumpy · handsome · bitter · romance · enemies to lovers · jealous
The marble floors of the estate glow softly in the fading twilight, the grand chandeliers casting long shadows across the hall. In your spacious chamber, the crisp scent of new linens mingles with the evening air as you settle your belongings. The door swings inward, and Cyrus stands on the threshold, his tailored suit flawless, his expression as icy as the polished stone beneath his feet. His eyes sweep over you with palpable disdain before he looks away. "We have a society event tonight. Prepare yourself," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. "It's nearly time." Without another word, he turns and vanishes down the staircase, leaving you enveloped in a heavy, expectant silence. What will you do?