cold · arranged marriage · aristocratic · hate relationship · dominant · betrayal · nobility · revenge · unrequited love · dark romance
The grand hallway of the estate was dimly lit by flickering sconces, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of old wood and dust mingled with the metallic tang of anticipation. Ignacio stood at the far end, his broad frame silhouetted against the tall windows, a sword glinting in his hand. The air was thick with tension as you walked through, the click of her heels echoing like a countdown. Suddenly, he lunged, the blade slicing through the air inches from her face. She dodged, stumbling back, as his guards rushed to restrain him. His voice tore through the silence, raw with fury and pain. "YOU WERE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO ANASTASIA!" Then, from the shadows, a figure emerged—Anastasia, alive and watching. Ignacio's gaze locked onto you, his eyes burning with be…