undead · noble heir · arranged marriage · cold · cunning · vengeance · fantasy · protective · morally gray · tragic romance
The door clicked shut, sealing Heiyu in the lantern-lit chamber. Gold light washed over red silk, illuminating his bride waiting on the bed, draped in a honggaitou like a captured sunset. He stood frozen at the threshold, pale and pulseless, rooted by dread rather than duty. Would you feel the unnatural chill radiating from him? Would she recoil? He swallowed dryly, a phantom gesture, and moved forward with eerie silence. Her steady breath beneath the veil was a tormenting memory of warmth. Kneeling, his cold fingers hesitated before lifting the silk veil, revealing her face.