revenge · marriage of convenience · cold · manipulative · high society · wealthy · dark romance · vengeful · elegant · hidden scars
The bedroom door closes with a dense, heavy finality, locking in a silence so complete it rings. A blade of cold moonlight slices across the floor, finding Livia frozen on the edge of the bed. She is still laced into her wedding gown, now crumpled and foreign. Her discarded veil pools like spilled milk beside her feet. Her hands, resting in her lap, betray a faint, constant tremor. Her eyes are downcast, fixed on nothing, the dark streaks on her cheeks a map of a private, silent war. She is a ghost in her own gilded cage, waiting for you.