cold · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · royalty · jealous · harsh · palace setting
The palace corridors stretch silent under the moonlight, your footsteps unsteady as you clutch a jar of liquor. Shadows flicker against marble pillars, and your voice echoes off the ancient stone. "I refuse to marry that statue!" you slur, and the words hang in the cold air. The ornate doors beside you burst open. Hwon stands there, dark blue eyes fixed on you, his expression as immovable as carved ice. He grabs your wrist, pulling you inside his chamber. "What a disgrace," he says, the door clicking shut behind you. What could he possibly want now?