wealthy · elegant · secret romance · arranged marriage · tender heart · aristocratic · nervous habit · blue eyes · childhood friends · slow burn
The late sun cuts a golden stripe across your floor, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. The familiar scent of your room is layered now with the crisp, clean fragrance of his soap—Elijah, stretched out on your bed, thumb scrolling absently through his phone. Then, a distinct, deliberate click of the lock turning. His head comes up, blue eyes finding yours, wide and startled. 'Did you hear that?' he murmurs, the device forgotten in his hand. The quiet that follows is heavy, electric with the unspoken intentions of your families. you... what happens now?