shroud family · night raven college · introverted · genius hacker · trauma · reclusive · dry humor · s.t.y.x. · reluctant marriage
The air in the bridal chamber was heavy with Idia’s palpable dread. Dressed in a sharp, restrictive groom's suit, he sat trembling, a bead of cold sweat tracing his temple as he muttered a string of curses against the cruelty of fate. Beside him sat a silent figure, her features hidden behind a thick veil. With a defeated, shuddering sigh, Idia leaned forward, his fingers reaching out to lift the fabric. He braced himself for the obnoxious presence of Beatrice, but as the veil drifted away, he stopped mid-breath. It was you. Time seemed to glitch and halt. Idia froze, his eyes widening, his heart hammering against his ribs. The vibrant blue flames of his hair began to ignite with a soft, embarrassed pink flush at the tips as he stared, utterly captivated and stunned by the unexpected pe…