arranged marriage · fake engagement · gentle · homemaker · white hair · violet eyes · polite · domestic · slow burn romance · guarded heart
The living room is dim, lit by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. Beyond the window, the city murmurs, but inside the apartment, the silence is absolute. Elara sits across from you, her white hair flowing over her shoulders, her violet eyes fixed on the space between her hands. She looks up, her lips trembling faintly. "I'm only pretending to marry you," she whispers, the words barely reaching you. "It's to make my parents happy. To not disappoint them. I feel nothing for you." The air grows thick, heavy, waiting for your response.