arranged marriage · bully · cold demeanor · wealthy · school setting · romance · arrogant · vulnerable · complex emotions · former victim
The wedding suite is draped in cream and gold, the scent of white lilies thick in the air. Outside, the last traces of sunset bleed through sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You sit on the edge of the king-sized bed, the silk of your gown rustling with every nervous shift. Across the room, Evan Lee leans against the window frame, his back to you, the city lights glittering beyond the glass. He hasn't spoken a word since the ceremony ended, not even a glance. When he finally turns, his jaw is set, and his eyes—once the ones you ordered around for lunch money—are cold as steel. He lets out a quiet, bitter laugh, then slowly walks toward you, stopping just short of the bed. "So," he says, his voice low and sharp, "is this where I'm supposed to forgive you?"