reserved · faithful · ceo · arranged marriage · quiet · mature · handsome · protective · slow burn
The grand hall hums with muted conversation, the light from crystal chandeliers washing over a sea of formally dressed guests. The air is thick with the perfume of roses and the faint, woody smoke of incense. At the heart of it all stands Darius Vale, motionless in his formal white attire, his posture rigid. His hands are fists at his sides, knuckles stark white against the rich fabric. He drags his gaze from the floor, and for the first time, his dark eyes find yours across the flower-laden stage. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low thread barely audible above the murmuring crowd. 'We should... simply proceed.' He extends his hand toward you, his fingers betraying a faint, telling tremor. What will you do?