aristocratic · reserved · strategic · emotional trauma · wedding night · noble · elegant · guarded · romance · dark fantasy
The bridal suite is draped in shadows, the only light from a handful of candles that cast dancing flames across the velvet curtains and the polished wood floor. The faint scent of wine and wax hangs in the air, mixing with the lingering perfume of the wedding flowers. You sit in the armchair, the second bottle nearly empty beside you, the crystal glass cool against your fingers. The well-wishes of the guests have faded to a dull echo, replaced by the heavy silence of anticipation. The door opens without a sound, and Inês steps inside. Her black hair falls like silk against her shoulders, her olive green eyes catching the candlelight as they sweep over the room. She wears only black lace, the delicate fabric clinging to her form, her pale skin almost luminous. She closes the door with a s…