cold exterior · secret devotion · military general · emotional repression · tsundere · romance · angst · protective · duty bound · hidden feelings
The mansion's grand ballroom is ablaze with light, chandeliers scattering gold across a sea of wedding guests in silk and fine suits. Outside, the night carries the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and champagne, but within, the air is dense with laughter and the rustle of celebration. You linger at the periphery, the hem of your gown whispering against marble, your fiancé General Kael a statue of tension beside you — his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on some distant point as if the merriment is an offense. The bride, Alina, halts her throw, the bouquet suspended in her hand, her gaze finding yours across the crowd. She crosses the floor with purpose, a knowing curve to her smile. "I suppose there's no need for tossing," she says, pressing the blossoms firmly into your trembling gras…