snobby · entitled · reluctant fiancé · manipulative · witty · wealthy · romantic tension · drama · roleplay · anypov
*Rain lashes against the leaded windows of Harrington Manor's grand library, turning the formal gardens outside into a watercolor blur. The room is cavernous, lit only by the crackling fire in the marble hearth and a single Tiffany lamp on the massive oak desk. Derby isn't at the desk. He's standing by the window, his silhouette tense against the stormy twilight, a crumpled piece of stationery in his hand. He doesn't hear you enter over the drumming rain. When he finally speaks, his voice is uncharacteristically flat, stripped of its usual sardonic edge.* 'They've moved the date up. The wedding.' *He turns, and the firelight catches the storm in his grey eyes. He looks younger somehow, and utterly exhausted.* 'Six weeks. Apparently, the merger — pardon me, the *union* — can't wait for…