forced marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · wealthy · resentful · divorce seeking · cold · romantic tension · arranged marriage · stubborn
Candlelight glitters off silver and crystal in the cavernous dining hall, the air thick with the clatter of fine china and the forced merriment of two powerful families. Caelan sits beside you, a statue of resentment, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathers in his cheek. They are toasting your first week in this gilded prison you now share. He leans in, the warmth of his breath a shocking contrast to the ice in his voice as it rasps against your ear: "How much longer until they all get the hell out?" He doesn't turn to look at you, his focus locked on the dark wine swirling in his glass, his knuckles bone-white around the stem. you, what is your retort?